The Games of Power

Inside the closed tavern, a bit more than a dozen youngsters clad in plain clothes looked at Wu Long with a mixed feeling of wariness, curiosity and a tinge of suspicion.

"Is this him, Master Yen?"

One of them asked to Old Yen who sharply looked back with rebuke.

"Show some respect, this is my Boss"

As he said this their gazes slightly changed, and even though there was a little hesitation deep in their eyes they showed respectful expressions.

Their initial confusion was since Wu Long looked very young, only a little older than them and with handsome, scholarly physique, which to most people who could not see past his facade gave off an impression of a spoiled noble boy whose looks were most of their worth, which was a look he sometimes deliberately took on, as in this case.

"They are promising"