“Forget it, let’s just watch for now. As long as they don’t cause trouble, we’ll deal with it after the trade fair is over. We’ll figure it out eventually.”

Ethan Brooks waved his hand.

“Alright, alright…”

Henry agreed repeatedly, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.

Ethan Brooks ignored Henry and leaned on the railing again, watching the activity inside the venue.

Suddenly, Ethan Brooks was overwhelmed by an extremely strange sensation, as if a pair of eyes were coldly staring at his back, making his hair stand on end.

Ethan Brooks slowly took the leopard fang pipe in his hand, took a deep breath, and every muscle in his body instantly filled with surging strength. He spun around abruptly, waist slightly bent, his whole body like a taut crossbow ready to fire, on the highest alert.

But…

There was nothing.

Behind him, there was actually nothing.

Not even a shadow.

That eerie feeling also vanished in an instant.

Ethan Brooks felt his scalp tingle, the veins at his temples throbbing uncontrollably.

Just now, he had truly felt that bizarre sensation of being watched, as if a powerful enemy was ready to strike a fatal blow from behind at any moment.

It was definitely not an illusion!

Maybe, something really is going to happen tonight.

Chapter 4: The Trade Fair

Ethan Brooks left the corridor.

His steps were a bit hurried.

This left Henry rather stunned. Henry knew all about Seventh Master’s background—this guy had real skills. Back when Henry followed Seventh Master to conquer the underworld, he’d seen it with his own eyes. It was said that Seventh Master had even sparred with the boss of the Shan City Brotherhood, Old Third Huang, fighting three hundred rounds without a winner, and in the end, they became sworn brothers. Because of this, Henry admired Seventh Master deeply and swore to follow him to the end. All these years, Henry had never seen Seventh Master look hurried—he always seemed so calm and steady, just like this massive hotel beneath their feet: solid and unshakable, standing tall no matter the wind or rain.

Something’s wrong!

That thought flashed through Henry’s mind again, but his feet didn’t stop as he hurried to catch up.

“Gather all the brothers.”

Ethan Brooks gave a low command.

“Yes, Seventh Master.”

The cold sweat Henry had just managed to stop now started pouring out again.

He couldn’t even remember how long it had been since Seventh Master last gave such an order. Only three years ago, when that “Northeast Tiger” brought a gang of fierce thugs to Qingyuan to stir up trouble, did Seventh Master set up such a big formation.

In the end, the “Northeast Tiger” left in defeat.

Could it be that another Northeast Tiger has come today?

But looking at that young man’s gentle and refined appearance, it really didn’t seem like it!

Someone like that—not to mention Seventh Master himself—even Henry could easily take down three or five of them. Was it really necessary to gather all the brothers?

But Henry didn’t dare question Seventh Master’s orders.

No matter what Seventh Master commanded, the best thing to do was just follow it.

Ethan Brooks left, and the trade fair in the venue continued.

When it was table number twenty-seven’s turn, the plain-looking girl who had been quietly standing beside David Harris took a small box and walked up to the host’s table, handing it to William Grant with both hands.

Her fair wrist was like jade.

Everyone focused their attention on the plain-looking girl.

Just now, William Grant had given the young man at table twenty-seven a lot of face, so everyone was curious about what his female companion would bring out. Judging by how the two of them sat and stood without exchanging a word, it seemed the girl was the young man’s attendant.

Having such a pretty and fresh-looking girl as an attendant—now that’s impressive.

As the girl walked over, William Grant had been watching her the whole time. Earlier, his attention had been mainly on David Harris, so he hadn’t paid much attention to the girl, just a quick glance. Now, as he watched her, a sudden wave of dizziness hit him, as if ripples of water appeared in front of the girl, making her pure face blur.

William Grant was startled and quickly shook his head lightly. A surge of inner energy rose from his dantian, instantly dispelling the dizziness and clearing his mind. Looking at the girl’s face again, it seemed the same as before, yet there was a subtle change he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

Weird!

William Grant had spent most of his life in the underworld—what strange people and events hadn’t he seen?

But to encounter such odd situations twice in one day—this was truly a first.

Very strange indeed.

William Grant broke protocol and stood up, taking the box with both hands and smiling as he asked, “Miss, may I ask your surname?”

“My surname is Xin, as in ‘hardship’. Linda King.”

The girl replied, her voice calm and without a ripple, just like her presence—standing there quietly, easy to overlook if you didn’t pay close attention.

This girl was clearly very beautiful, yet she gave off an elusive, almost invisible feeling.

“Miss Xin, please wait a moment.”

William Grant didn’t dare be the slightest bit careless. He apologized, sat back down, opened the box, and a strange expression immediately flashed across his face.