Gong Letian
Editor: Kurisu
A total of forty plus black-clad people had come this time. They were strung up in a bunches of ten, and hung from the top of the restaurant's third floor as if they were grasshoppers. There were a total of five bunches in all, which made for a rather spectacular sight.
Many people had gathered outside the restaurant, pointing at them. Some of them were there to watch the show and some to laugh at them, but anyway, those black-clad men naturally became a laughingstock.
However, though there were many there watching the excitement, not one of them entered the restaurant for a meal, because they had all recognized the identities of these black-clad men. They were from the Lang Clan, a party on the level of the Spiritual Pedestal Tier—how could they easily let this matter go?
Thus, someone would definitely come from the Lang Clan later, and if they entered the restaurant to eat, they would naturally be dragged into the trouble as well.