The Boulevard was destined for turmoil.
More and more factions began entering the Boulevard.
Almost overnight, it became the focus of the world.
The entire martial arts world knew that Trent Marsh had arrived with his men.
Those originally observing in Gonzalez City all shifted their focus and hurried here.
Hoping to see if they could take advantage of the chaos and gain some benefits.
Under the moonlight.
A man in a white robe walked alone on the snowy ground.
Behind him, a team of martial artists happened to pass by.
Seeing the man, they stopped their carriage, and several people jumped down from it.
"Alone?" the leader asked.
The man in the white robe nodded.
"Got anything valuable on you?" A tall martial artist approached, eyeing him up and down.
The man in white appeared to be wealthy.
Wearing fine things from head to toe.
So luxurious.
In this lawless world, killing and looting were nothing unusual.
The man in white shook his head.
