Qingshan Town was in a state of panic. The streets, which should have been bustling with crowds, were deserted, and a murderous air hung over the town.
Everyone in Qingshan Town had their attention fixed on the Tiger Fist Mercenary Group's headquarters.
"Sir!"
Anyone who saw this would have been stunned. Hu Feng, the Tiger Fist Mercenary Group's leader, who had always thrown his weight around without restraint, was now acting so meekly.
The figure seated high in the main hall opened his eyes. A dazzling glint shot forth, captivating the soul. He wore a flowing white robe, and with his weathered face and white hair, he seemed almost like an immortal.
"What is it?" The old man, with his otherworldly air, gazed coolly at Hu Feng.
Hu Feng grew even more respectful and hurriedly said, "The three days are up, but that little beast still hasn't shown himself!"
Upon hearing this, a chill welled up from nowhere. Hu Feng couldn't help shivering, and quickly gathered his wits.
"In that case, there's no need for Hundred Joy Hall to exist anymore!"
His tone held no regard for human life and not a trace of emotion.
Hu Feng didn't dare stay any longer. He took his leave after receiving the order.
"Commander Hu, what did the Sir say?"
Hu Feng had barely come out when he was surrounded by seven men, all craning their necks in anticipation.
The sight filled Hu Feng with pride. Usually, not one of them gave him the time of day, but now they were all fawning over him.
Still, Hu Feng didn't dare get carried away. He understood why they were acting this way, and immediately lowered his stance.
"Hundred Joy Hall—leave no one alive!"
The murderous words brought smiles to the men's faces. They were