In the hall on the first floor of the martial arts club.
The hall wasn't empty. There were many tables and chairs in the left corner. Someone was selling drinks and alcohol here.
At this moment, iron head was sitting on one of the chairs, sucking on something. It didn't look like wine, but a drink.
Old Wang wasn't sitting down. Instead, he stood near the wall and stared at it.
There were many portraits hanging on the walls of the hall.
Among them were the portraits of the past presidents of the martial arts Society, as well as the photos of the current President, Vice President, and the leaders of various departments.
Fang ping walked over and saw old Wang staring at one of the photos. He smiled and said,"This was senior brother Tian when he was young. He was quite handsome, right?"
"I heard that great general Tian Mu was seriously injured?"