Nan Zhubin's gaze swept through the room swiftly, capturing the images of most of the people in the venue in an instant.
In the middle of the room sat a circle of men wearing various styles, though upon closer inspection there seemed to be some similarities among them.
Some were lean and tall, their arms and shoulders covered with firm muscles; others appeared slightly bulky, giving the impression of being in their early twenties, though their waists already protruded uncontrollably.
Some sat properly, silent, as if waiting for something; others carried an air of deliberate nonchalance, glancing around restlessly.
Yet, subtly, they conveyed a sense of organized chaos.
Even the young man with the thickest waist gave an overall impression of solid strength.
Nan Zhubin also spotted Lawyer Zhan, whom he had met briefly before, currently engaged in conversation with a man wearing a luxurious watch. These two were seated closest to the center among the group.
