Tang Zhong, holding the spire of Leifeng Tower, slowly walked in.
He shouted at the person in the cloak, "Undertaker."
At this moment, everyone in the bar froze because of Tang Zhong's sudden entrance.
The music was still playing, but no one was dancing anymore, those snorting the white powder stopped, the cheerleaders ceased touching each other, and they all turned around to look at Tang Zhong at the door.
It was their first time seeing someone like this, clutching the spire of Leifeng Tower; they were indeed getting an education.
Laughter soon erupted throughout the place.
They shouted at Tang Zhong, "Hey, brother, did you come here to collect junk?"
"But even junk collectors don't take ceramics, right?"
"Yes, ceramics shouldn't be worth much, right?"
Laughter mixed with the music filled the entire scene.
Zhang Li immediately recognized Tang Zhong and sneered, "What a coincidence!"
The chubby man beside him asked, "Brother Li, do you know that guy?"