C959 An Impossible Request

Zhao Donglai stood there, taking in the old man seated at the center. He didn't recognize him, but it was clear from one glance that he was the chief among them.

The other two—a beardless young man with a pale face and a menacing bruiser—were seated to the side and turned their gaze to Zhao Donglai as he entered.

Yet, he didn't know either of them