Green Gang Headquarters.
Outside the Manor, before Lian Youming had even entered, he saw several cars parked at the gate, each more imposing than the last.
Bodyguards stood watch beside them, with Martial Artists clearing the way.
"What a grand entrance!"
Brimming with curiosity, Lian Youming went inside.
Even he knew very little about the Junk King's past.
The old man simply hardly ever spoke of it. For more than a decade, you could have beaten him with a stick without getting so much as a feeble fart out of him. He spent every day collecting junk, taking no joy in life. All Lian Youming knew was that he had once undertaken Fist Challenges the World, defeated every contender, and brought it to a perfect close.
Since these people had come asking to see him, surely they could not be old enemies!
He strode into the reception room.
But one glance left him momentarily taken aback.
An elderly woman with frost-white hair sat in a large chair inside. She wore a purple cheongsam, her hair in a bun, and glittered with jewels. Two enormous Eastern Pearl earrings hung from her earlobes, and she even wore emerald thumb rings, each more valuable than the last.
Despite her apparent age, her back remained straight, and her figure was still surprisingly full.
A man and a woman stood beside her. The man was in his thirties, tall and powerfully built, with a curly beard and thick eyebrows. The woman wore fitted fighting clothes, and her narrow, single-lidded eyes studied him with interest.
No ordinary people.
Lian Youming did not hurry to question them. Instead, he leisurely took the seat of honor before asking curiously, "What can I do for you three? What brings you here?" Looking again at the elderly woman's face, he