In the bar, seven men were glaring at Jiang Chen and his group with gloomy faces, among them was Zhang Zhengyan.
"It seems you have recognized me!" Jiang Chen spoke indifferently.
Zhang Zhengyan sneered, "Jiang Chen, there were roads to heaven you didn't take, and now there are no gates to hell yet you come on your own. Daring to come here, it seems we have no choice but to kill you!"
"Who is in charge?"
Jiang Chen ignored Zhang Zhengyan and scanned the group, his gaze settling on an elderly man in the center.
"Head of the Jiang Family possesses sharp eyesight. I am Fu Zhengkun, the Grand Hall Master of the Blood Blade Sect!" the elder spoke in a deep voice.
"Blood Blade Sect? Your sect still has people?"
Fu Zhengkun's face darkened, he said coldly, "Thanks to the fortune of the Head of the Jiang Family, my sect's millennium foundation was destroyed overnight, leaving only me alive!"
