"May I ask who you are, sir? I am Fu Gongling, an elder of the West River Alliance. If our gang can be of any assistance, we will do our utmost to help." Hearing the murderous intent emanating from the voice, Fu Gongling's heart was filled with panic, and he took two steps back.
As the old man spoke, four figures arrived in a blink of an eye.
When they arrived, they saw the colossal figure before them, and their pupils suddenly contracted.
"Elder," Sun Guangchun, who held a high position and had a more stable mentality, spoke gravely.
"Damn, I've been in this world for so long and have never seen such a terrifying thing." Pang Biao's face, with its rows of flesh, trembled. Seeing the imposing giant, he immediately felt his throat dry and his heart pounding furiously.
The other three vice-gang leaders were not much better off. Seeing that terrifying figure, they only felt their legs go weak.
The black shadow seemed to turn a deaf ear and walked closer step by step.
