Qiu Meng's face looked as unsightly as if he had swallowed a dead mouse.
Having an Elder of his own Snake Hall captured, if the news got out, who knew how humiliating it would be, considering Hei Ying was an Elder of the Snake Hall!
"Who brought this news? Have him see me!" Qiu Meng slammed the table in anger.
Soon, Qi Tong hurriedly made his way to Qiu Meng.
Standing before the Hall Master of Snake Hall, Qi Tong's legs grew weak.
In the presence of such a true powerhouse, he, a mere underling, was trembling with fear, not daring even to lift his head.
"You say you're a disciple of Snake Hall?" Qiu Meng squinted his eyes, looking at Qi Tong without a trace of recognition.
"Yes, Hall Master, I am a disciple of the Snake Hall, currently mingling in the underground circles of The Sleepless City in America," Qi Tong quickly explained, "I'm just a nominal member under the Snake Hall, serving the hall's interests."