The Hall Master of the Fire Hall Ning Kang, the Hall Master of the Thunder Hall Wang Tiansheng, the Grand Worship Niu Zidong, the Second Worship Xu Zhaoming, and some elders occupy important positions within the gang.
Zhao Honglie's face was extremely calm.
"So you're telling me Wang Chong has vanished into thin air?"
Everyone couldn't help but shiver, and they all lowered their heads.
Bang!
Zhao Honglie slammed his palm on the rosewood pear flower table, and saw the shattered wood chips flying, splattering on the heads and faces of everyone, but the crowd bowed their heads even lower, not daring to make any movements, everyone knew this was when the Gang Leader's anger was at its peak.
"Useless! A bunch of useless fools!"
Zhao Honglie's calm face suddenly twisted, his eyes reddened, like a fierce ghost wanting to devour people.
"Find him! Keep looking! Alive, I need to see the person; dead, I need to see the corpse!"
He had pinned great hopes on Wang Chong.
