Anyone familiar with the power players in Chetvine knew that the big shots from noble families and old money households traveled in convoys of luxury sedans. They were all about prestige, elegance, and extravagance.
However, the martial arts sects and major underworld forces in Chetvine preferred big SUVs.
Thick exhaust pipes, sequential license plates, and they drove with an intimidating presence.
When one ran into that kind of convoy, they could bet money it was some underworld kingpin making his rounds. And right now, someone in the crowd recognized exactly who owned this particular fleet.
Someone exclaimed, "That's the head of the Murphy family. Looks like he's handling this personally."
"See that lead vehicle? That's Mr. Murphy Senior's personal ride. He's a martial emperor. That SUV might look like an ordinary Land Cruiser, but the body can withstand a gun barrage. The specs on that thing are based on the presidential motorcade."
Another chimed in, "Can't tell if this Mr. Murphy Senior is friend or foe, but if he's an enemy, the Medicine God's Covenant is finished."
Immediately, a subordinate snapped open an umbrella to shield him.
There was no sun in the sky, and it was not raining either.
That umbrella was basically pointless, but underworld figures always made a show of things. Even someone like Wilder could not escape that habit.
He looked up and studied the sign above, commenting, "Medicine God's Covenant… What a bold name."
Whether it was mockery or praise was hard to tell from his smirking tone. Then, he strode inside with his hands clasped behind his back.
Andrew set down his teacup and slowly stood up. After all, a serious threat had arrived, and he could not treat this like the small fry from before.

Verify captcha to read the content
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Rising from the Ashes (Andrew and Lauren)