"The True Martial Association? What's that…?" Feng Nailin and the others had no idea what that name represented.
But how could Han Jinlong not know? His expression changed instantly. Damn it, why are the people from the True Martial Association back already?
Han Jinlong's body stiffened as he slowly turned his head. He saw Wei Zichu and a large group of people marching forcefully toward them. They were solemn and grim, their clothes still stained with blood, and they exuded a terrifying aura, as if they would slay anyone who stood in their way. It was a truly frightening sight.
When he saw the bald man, Ma Yingde, also being paraded like a captured prisoner, Han Jinlong cursed his luck internally. He hurriedly let go of Lin Tang and smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeve.
"A misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding! I was just joking with Master Lin, haha…"
