[Are you looking for traces of martial arts in these guys?]
'I'm going to watch.'
Another group of men came downstairs. They must be the ones who threw that first man down here.
The one in the front called out.
“Chow Singchi!”
Judging from how the head of the black suits wrinkled his face, that seemed to be his name.
“Wu Mengda!”
Chow Singchi glared at the man calling him, and in response, the magic power of the man called Wu Mengda grew stronger.
He seemed confident in his power.
The owner of the B-Rank magic power that I felt was Wu Mengda, while Chow Singchi was C-Rank.
The groups behind the two faced each other in the narrow restaurant, ten stout men, five on each side, daggers drawn at each other.
“Wu Mengda! Do you think I will hand over Yueyang Lou because you’re doing this?”
Ah, so they were fighting over the restaurant and likely its territory.
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