Trade, Arrest

In the Xia City outskirts, in a certain warehouse, several valiant-looking men were surrounding another man who looked to be in his forties.

This man had a strong and powerful body. He was bald with Buddhist dotted burn scars on his head, and the tightly strung muscles covering his entire body seemed to be storing an explosive power.

"Xu Chengzhi still hasn't made contact?" the middle-aged man asked in a clear, booming voice.

A few of the other valiant-looking men shook their heads.

"He's really always screwing things up!" the middle-aged man spat through gritted teeth.

Within the Flying Dragon Sect, aside from the overseas Chen family, there were many other minor sects. Among these, Xu Chengzhi was descended from, and a disciple of, the Nanyang Chinese.

Still, he could not compare to Chen Jiashang, who had become a martial arts legend at a tender age, and while Chen Jiashang was active, he had been basically overlooked.