C272 Panjian

At the Mint entrance, a group of black-clothed men walked in, forming a group of three to five people. It was as if the heavens were on the battlefield; wherever they went, no one would not retreat, and no one would not panic.

I followed Liang Guan's gaze. Amongst the crowd, there was a man about thirty years old with a small mustache who was strolling into a top tier booth