THUD, THUD, THUD!
Neon signs flickered in the night.
Dozens of young men and women poured out of Dreamfire Bar, their faces panicked and traces of fear still lingering.
Through the street-side, floor-to-ceiling windows, flickers of light and shadow could be seen inside the bar.
Though some had fled, about half the patrons remained. They either sank deep into their booths or stood in corners nursing their drinks, their eyes a mixture of tension and excitement at the unfolding drama.
Lu Chao quickened his pace, his expression growing grim.
He quickly stopped a passerby to ask a few questions, confirming all his suspicions.
Iron Splitting Palm Liu Hong.
One of the six Hall Masters of the Iron Blood Gang, a veteran professional-level expert.
As he mulled it over, memories of the many times Brother Hao and Zhou Qiang had helped him surfaced, vivid and clear.
