C207 West City Barracks
The gusty wind swept across the elevated platform, whipping up a cloud of dust tinged with the pungent odor of sweat. Jiang Xiaofan wrinkled his nose and slid a few steps back on his left foot, extending his hand toward the imposing figure before him.
The man's name was Xia Chui, a figure of considerable strength in the North Camp of West City's military barracks
