Inside the largest and most luxurious building of the Nine Dragons Stronghold was Meng Heuk-san, the Nine Dragons Chief and Great Dragon Saber, leaning against a chair adorned with tiger fur while looking displeased. He gave off an intimidating aura and had a large physique, a hedgehog-like prickly beard, and tiger-like eyes.

“You still haven’t found that damned bastard yet?” Heuk-San asked Yeom Jang, who was standing in front of him. Yeom Jang was the Nine Dragons Stronghold’s vice chief and strategist.

“I sincerely apologize. Our members reported that they have found his tracks, so we should get some news if we wait just a little longer.”

“I wonder what kind of person he is. How dare he fearlessly mess with the Nine Dragons Stronghold?”

“It bothers me a little, though.”

“What does?”

“I examined the cause of our brothers’ deaths. It seemed as if finger qi had accurately pierced through their foreheads, so I doubt he’s just an ordinary martial arts expert.”

“Even if so, he is just one guy.”

Heuk-San dismissed Yeom Jang’s concerns as if there was nothing to worry about.

“Understood. I’ll report to you as soon as we find him, Chief.”

Just as Yeom Jang bid his farewell and was about to leave, an ear-splitting roar resonated outside.

“We’re...