Evening.
Hei Xiong finally met the young lady of the Hongmen.
She appeared to be around twenty years old, dressed in a black leather jacket and pants, tall and fiery, stunningly beautiful, with long black hair cascading down her back like a waterfall, her demeanor icy and intimidating, deterring any direct gaze.
Sikong Lianyan sat on the sofa, facing five odd individuals, one woman and four men, each exuding an extremely powerful aura.
The air within the entire living room seemed to be compressed under the weight of their presence, becoming exceptionally solemn.
Hei Xiong swallowed hard, his head bowed, sweat streaming down his forehead.
"Mr. Hong, you said someone injured you and also wants that new mine?" Sikong Lianyan asked, her voice soft, reminiscent of a young woman from the Su Zhe region, though light in tone, it held an irresistible authority.
Mr. Hong lowered his head, "I'm sorry, miss, I failed to handle the situation properly."
