Chen Long was feeling tense. He had undertaken many dangerous missions in his life, but none made him as nervous as this one, because it involved his daughter. If he couldn't save her, he didn't want to live either.
Guided by the phone call, Chen Long, accompanied by the stewardess, entered a house styled in Huaxia architecture. The house was very old, evidently many years old; such houses were common in Chinatown and had even become a characteristic trait.
The building was complex, with only dim lights inside, creating a particularly oppressive atmosphere. Now it was a den of dragons and tigers, harboring filth and evil, with an unknown number of enemies lurking within.
The front of the building housed a boxing gym, where many people were training. There were faces of Chinese descent and Caucasians alike.
Chen Long's appearance attracted the attention of the people in the boxing gym, who all looked over.
