The private rooms upstairs in the Ironblood Tower were even more lavish. Within the over-three-hundred-square-meter suite, every furnishing glittered with gold and jade, like an imperial palace.
Less than a few minutes after Zhang Tie, Gong Ziyao, and Zhou Shufan arrived, knights began filing into the private room one after another.
This was a secret gathering of some of Lion Fortress's knights, so no one was late. After entering the room, the arriving knights exchanged glances and nodded, then silently found seats for themselves.
Before nine o'clock, eleven knights had gathered in the room. Of these eleven, three groups consisted of three knights each. Another two knights, a man and a woman, had arrived together; their manner and bearing were intimate, and they appeared to be a married Hua Clan knight couple. Among the other three groups, one group of three consisted of foreigners: a burly Black man, a burly white man, and a blonde, blue-eyed female knight.
This force, placed on any subcontinent, would be enough to destroy cities and topple nations.
Every knight who had come carried a powerful aura. At the very least, they were far more formidable than ordinary Black Iron Knights, and quite a few of them exuded a bloody, oppressive air.
Many of the knights who entered could not help but give Zhang Tie a once-over. His height and build were one reason, but more importantly, Zhang Tie looked far too shabby.
Compared with the other knights, Zhang Tie, dressed only in an ordinary warrior's combat uniform and carrying nothing on him, looked among the assembled knights like a migrant laborer who had just stepped out of a slum. The other knights' armor and weapons were all high-grade goods that had surpassed the Black Iron Effect—exquisite items worth fortunes at a glance. Even that