In the spacious hall in front of Romo, many people were seated on various sofas, cubicles, and chairs of varying heights.
Perhaps sensing that the newcomer was not someone to be trifled with, many people retracted their initially unconcealed gazes. At this moment, their eyes were filled with reverence and surprise.
Romo ignored the different kinds of expressions and walked on.
This place was different from other places. Those who dared to barge into Lost Spirit City were basically all here to risk their lives. They had earned a lot, and they were even more ruthless when they killed.
In order not to be besieged and attacked by malicious intent in the future, one had to be ruthless, otherwise, he would only be eaten up.