The surrounding martial arts halls were in disarray, one of which even had its sign kicked and casually tossed aside.
Su Li remembered the owner of this martial arts hall was a chubby old man, quite arrogant, and among those who looked down on Su Li, he was the worst.
The coachman moved quickly, soon bringing the carriage in front of the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall.
Unlike the desolation in front of other martial arts halls, a large group of people surrounded one person in front of the Chen Family Martial Arts Hall.
Su Li saw several familiar faces, all disciples under Mr. Chen's name. At this moment, their faces lacked the usual ease and carelessness as they poised with sticks, gravely and cautiously confronting the person within the circle.
The unexpected visitor in the circle wore a white gong dao suit, with a black belt at his waist. His exposed chest was full of golden hair, resembling an uncivilized ape, with a tiger's back and bear's waist looking fierce and malicious.
