Inside the private room were three middle-aged men, plus four sexy, young and beautiful women.
The oldest of the men wore a plaid shirt, with a large gold chain dangling from his neck, covered in tattoos. He was Sha Feng.
Another man wore a black vest, with massive muscles that exuded explosive terror; he was Po Jun.
The last man wore a Zhongshan suit, sipping his drink slowly, as if he were drinking tea; he was Lang Leng.
The three were the infamous Sha Polang dominating Jin City's East District.
Three formidable warriors under the Prince's command, whose presence made countless people in Jin City tremble.
Sha Feng and Po Jun sat with women on either side, enjoying themselves.
But Lang Leng was merely drinking, as if everything around him was unrelated.
"Bang!"
At this moment, a man in a suit suddenly burst in.
"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"
Sha Feng's face darkened, dissatisfied.
"Master Sha, it's terrible! Something big has happened!"
"What is it?"
