The commotion from the battle at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion headquarters had long since shaken the various powers in the Commandery City.
On the roof of a three-story pavilion, Zhang Yuanshan, the Patriarch of the County City Zhang Family, stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the sky illuminated by the fiery glow.
He wore a deep purple brocade robe, was about sixty years old, with a ruddy complexion and an aura as vast and profound as a misty sea, making him impossible to fathom.
Behind him stood several core members of the Zhang Family, all with solemn expressions.
"The Tiejiang Gang... such audacity. To dare make such a massive move within the Commandery City, do they take the Government Office for a mere decoration?"
Zhang Yuanshan spoke in a low, hoarse voice, tinged with an anger he couldn't quite suppress.
