The door of the Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties stepped out. He was strikingly handsome and possessed an extraordinary aura. Though his clothes were plain, anyone could tell at a glance that he was no ordinary man. He carried an innate air of nobility, and what's more, his presence was incomparably powerful. His arrival instantly silenced the entire scene. Who else could it be but the King of the Southern Town, Xiao Shixiong?
As he stepped out, over a hundred men in sleek black outfits seemed to sprout from the very ground, quickly forming ranks on either side of him. Compared to these men, Zhao Tieshan's trusted lackeys looked pitifully weak.
Upon seeing Xiao Shixiong, Zhao Tieshan reacted as if he'd found a long-lost relative. He scrambled and crawled to Xiao Shixiong's feet, crying and begging, "Master, save me, please!"
Xiao Shixiong didn't even glance at him, striding directly over to Lin Xiao.
THUMP.
