While chaos raged at the hotel, even drawing the attention of a reporter who happened to be staying there...
Tang Changsheng had already slipped unnoticed into the vicinity of the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall.
Dusk was falling, and the area around the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall was quiet. Its doors were shut tight, with not the slightest sound coming from within.
This old neighborhood clearly had few residents. Hardly anyone even walked nearby.
No wonder business was poor with the hall in a place like this. Apart from a few Chinese residents, the only people likely to find their way here to study martial arts were thugs like Black Whirlwind!
“But the Fierce Dragon Martial Arts Hall is too quiet. That's the strangest thing of all!”
Tang Changsheng emerged from the street corner like a ghost and walked toward the hall.
The streetlights had begun to come on, casting their feeble glow over the shabby road. Suddenly, Tang Changsheng sensed something wrong. A chill crawled over him.
At first, he could not make sense of it. He saw nothing amiss. Everything around him was quiet...
Then his expression changed. That was it—it was too quiet!
This was Lufadan's Green Tree District, a place where dragons and snakes mingled. Graffiti covered the walls in garish colors, making them look all the dirtier and more dilapidated. Old buildings and houses were packed close together everywhere.
It was easy to imagine how densely populated the place was, how poor its surroundings were, and how much noise there should have been.
Yet now an extreme stillness hung over it. Before he could think it through, his instincts had recognized something was wrong, and his body had already reacted.
It was a silence without a single sound, as though Tang Changsheng had entered