Each one exuded a heavy aura, dressed in uniform dark silver outfits with metallic streamlined patterns.
The leader, with a tall stature and a sinister face, glanced over with narrow eyes.
Finally his gaze settled on Lei Meng's face.
A smirk of undisguised mockery and coldness appeared on his lips.
Lei Meng's steps instantly halted, the smile on his face receding like a tide, replaced by solemnity and heaviness.
He subtly tilted his head.
In a low voice, he said, "The leader in front is the Sect Leader of the Iron Flow Sect, Han Li."
As soon as he spoke, Han Li had already leisurely walked up to Lei Meng and his group.
Both parties were just a few meters apart, the atmosphere instantly dropping to freezing point.
"Gang Leader Lei, what a lively mood you're in."
