The entire old street in West City was filled with Wu Jincheng's men.
And alongside him was Immortal Qin.
This strength gave him enough confidence even when facing the Black Dragon Sect.
With a calm face, Fang Daochang looked toward the Nine-Headed Mountain in the night: "President Xu of the Jingwu Association, you're here too, right?"
"President Xu is a prominent figure in the Jianghu, a major player. What? Being so low-key now? Hiding away to play hide and seek?"
"President Fang, your information is really up to date. I just arrived in Jiangzhou and you caught the scent and came over." A rough laugh rang out as Xu Wenbin of the Jingwu Association, followed by two middle-aged men in long gowns and tunics, stepped out into the night.
On what countless ordinary people considered an ordinary night, the three great tycoons of the underground Jianghu of the provincial capital unexpectedly gathered in Jiangzhou City, a third-tier city.
