When Bi Xia arrived, the people from Nine Pavilion had already surrounded a bar. He took out a mask from a hidden compartment in the car and threw it to Wei Ming, "Put it on, so you won't be recognized."
Wei Ming glanced at the silver-white mask, narrowed his eyes slightly, and put it on without saying a word. For a moment, a cool sensation spread throughout his body, but it made him feel refreshed.
"Boss."
"Boss."
"Pavilion Master."
"Pavilion Master."
Bi Xia nodded slightly and walked over to Meng Chi, who said, "The tigress has been sent to Dream Drunk, she's being entertained now. It's been confirmed that it's that woman causing all the trouble. The recent issues Nine Pavilion faced were all her doing."
With a slight squint of his eyes, Bi Xia coldly curled his lips, "Seems like this woman has some skills."
But it's a shame, Qing City only needs one leader. With Bi Xia here, there's no room for anyone else.
