There were quite a few people on the surrounding stands, and an old man was sitting on a leather sofa, wearing a white Tang suit, turning two luminous pearls in his hand.
Behind him stood more than a dozen martial arts experts, all dressed uniformly in white, with a large Tang character printed on their clothing.
He was Master Tang, renowned in the Northwest's dark underworld, though he couldn't be compared with the noble sects.
Master Tang's power was formidable, even the great families dared not offend him.
Not far in front of Master Tang stood two men, one wearing a leather jacket studded with rivets, exuding a rogue aura, with earrings and a quirky hairstyle.
Yet his eyes were sharp like a falcon, demanding attention.
The second man was broad and burly, standing at a height of one meter ninety, like a small mountain.
