These three were the founders of the entire Underground World website, as well as three kingpin-level figures who walked the underground world.
On the surface, however, they were merely three small-time website owners who looked like layabouts.
Perhaps it was precisely this protective layer that had kept anyone from learning their true identities, backgrounds, and origins all these years.
Naturally, the three had histories of their own, but they had washed their hands in a golden basin years ago and long since stopped involving themselves in any grudges of the martial world. They seemed to want nothing more than a peaceful retirement. At least on the surface, they spent their days drinking tea and liquor, playing cards, and shooting the breeze, leading quite comfortable little lives.
No one in all of Divine Capital City, or even the entire Star Soul Continent, knew that these three fellows, who looked as though they did nothing but eat and wait to die, actually controlled the vast Underground World!
Just then, someone knocked on the office door. The three paused briefly before one of them said, "Come in."
None of them found it strange. Hearing a sudden knock in the course of daily life was perfectly ordinary. Perhaps someone had come to collect a payment-water, electricity, gas, just everyday business.
In truth, after so many years, even they themselves had almost forgotten that they were Martial Artists.
The door opened.
A young man who looked about twenty-eight or twenty-nine walked in with a broad smile and said casually, "Hello there, bosses."
Yet all three men's pupils contracted at once, and they demanded in low voices, "Who are you?"
This was someone none of them knew, a completely unfamiliar face.
His bearing alone made it certain that he had not come to collect a bill,