It's as if he never saw those dozen or so Tier Two tiger-eyed martial artists.
His gaze calmly swept across the entire simple and empty hall, then returned to the young man, carrying a trace of pure curiosity, and asked in a flat tone:
"So, whose people are you?"
The young man seemed a bit displeased with Fang Qingyu's attitude of ignoring his grace.
The smile on his face faded slightly.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Before he could open his mouth, the leader of the dozen or so gray-clad martial artists, a burly man, suddenly stepped forward.
Staring intently at Fang Qingyu.
His voice carried an unmistakable arrogance:
"Lingxiao Association!"
A flash of realization appeared in Fang Qingyu's eyes.
So it's the Lingxiao Association...
One of the Ten Great Forces of the City of Injustice.
Occupying the core region of the Inner City.
A powerful faction with deep foundations, notorious for their domineering ways.
No wonder their attitude is so arrogant.
