The entire private dining room fell instantly silent, and every gaze shifted toward the door.
Zhao Tiezhu reacted quickly, lunging forward to block the doorway and prevent the door from slamming into the people standing just inside.
Standing in the threshold was an elderly man dressed in a white martial arts uniform. He was frail, with sparse hair and gaunt, sunken cheeks. His eyes shimmered with a cold light, his breathing was steady and long, and his temples bulged prominently. He kept his right foot raised in the posture of having just kicked the door, his oppressive presence so intense that people dared not meet his eyes.
Chapter 838