"Master Ma, why did our Meteor Martial Arts Hall have to close down?"
In a small and inconspicuous martial arts hall located at the foot of the Hu Ben Mountain Range, within a small town, Ma Han sat on the ground drinking stifled sips of wine. Standing beside him was a middle-aged man, the head instructor of this martial arts hall, an establishment which was not particularly unusual for this area.
"Meng Li, if I were you, I would hurry to find another place, don't you know, our Master Ma has offended someone from the Wolf's Fang Mercenary Group, the largest freelance mercenary group among the common folk. Isn't that simply courting death? Just now, they did a little something to this place, and we can't carry on with business. What else to do if not close down?"
A mocking voice chimed in.
