Drunken Flower Pavilion.
Zheng Lianhong stood with his hands behind his back in front of the elegant room on the second floor, expressionlessly looking at the mess in the room.
And in the corridor behind him, a group of people kneeled on the ground.
Among them, a middle-aged man kneeling was trembling all over, with sweat the size of beans continuously dripping from his forehead.
He didn't even dare to wipe it.
This middle-aged man was the Vice Hall Master of the Martial Power Sect's Punishment Hall, also the secret boss of the Drunken Flower Pavilion!
It was normal for the high-level members of martial arts gangs to have businesses outside; the Martial Power Sect was no exception.
The problem was that such a big incident had happened, and as a Vice Hall Master, he could not shoulder the responsibility.
Zheng Lianhong suddenly asked in a low voice: "Haven't you found Master Zhu yet?"
