The crystal chandelier in the hotel lobby cast a warm glow.
The polished marble floor reflected the silhouettes of people coming and going.
Lei Meng, with his group, had just passed through the revolving door when Liu San leaned close to his ear, frowning, and said in a very low voice, "Brother Meng, Han Li and his crew... something feels off about them."
Lei Meng did not stop walking, but the hearty smile on his face faded slightly, and his brows furrowed.
Of course, he knew something was off with Han Li and his men.
"They're a bit crazy," he replied equally low, "Currently, there are minor skirmishes in the border areas, but to openly rip off the mask today is really not like Han Li's sly style."
"With our current strength, which of those old gangs in the Gray Rock District dares to claim they can eat us stably? Even if we were to make a move, we'd leave some room for maneuver."
