Wu Wudi and Tu Long

Moon-Shrouding City.

It covered roughly a million mu, with towering walls, an unshakable frontier stronghold.

Zhao Da did not stop for a moment. He left his horse outside and quickly entered the city, ignoring its bustling streets as he sped like the wind toward a residential district beside the city walls.

Before long.

He arrived before a grand estate with vermilion gates.

The black-clad guards outside clearly knew Zhao Da. They clasped their hands in greeting and called, "Hall Master Zhao."

"Is the gang leader here? I have urgent matters to report."

An anxious look covered Zhao Da's face as he asked in a deep voice.

The two guards froze for a moment, not daring to delay. "Reporting to Hall Master Zhao, the gang leader answered the city lord's invitation and went to the City Lord's Manor."

"City Lord's Manor—"

Zhao Da instinctively turned, about to leave.

Yet he had barely taken two steps.

A carriage appeared at the far end of the street, drawn by six pitch-black White-Scaled Horses without a single stray hair, Black Baleful realm exotic beasts. It slowly approached.

A dark golden dragon was embroidered upon the carriage.

"Gang Leader."

Zhao Da immediately recognized the gang leader's carriage. His face lit up, and he waited outside the gates.

When the carriage reached the entrance.

The curtain was lifted.

A line of young women of varying appearances emerged first.

Then came a young man whose features were not particularly handsome but whose bearing was extraordinary, along with a white-haired old man.

"This subordinate greets the gang leader and the Grand Elder."

Zhao Da and the gate guards all clasped their hands in salute.

The young man, Wu Wudi, the Black Dragon Gang's leader, glanced at Zhao Da, waved a hand, and said flatly, "Come inside and speak."