The old man was thin, with sparse hair styled in a slicked-back look. He wore black cloth shoes, his steps firm as he approached. His long, narrow eyes, blinking like those of a venomous snake, appeared cold and sinister.
"Clack, clack, clack...The crowd blocking the middle of the street parted to both sides, leaving a clear path that led straight to the center. The old man walked slowly to the barbecue stall, his eyes landing on Zhao Tiezhu and Dai Zongmin in an instant. They stood out like bright lamps in the dark night.
*A Grandmaster!*
Chapter 1092