The black-robed figure let out a strange laugh and led five strong, burly men, a withered old man, and a little boy into the banquet hall from the entrance.
The black-robed figure was still clad in his usual black robe, his entire body enveloped, his face and physique indiscernible.
The five strong, burly men had corners of their mouths and eyes flickering with Demonic Qi, their figures tall and extremely muscular; evidently, these were men of the Demonized Organization without a doubt.
And that little boy, Zhu Bufan was quite familiar with him.
Because this little boy was the very one who had a fierce battle with him at the Rose Club, his appearance still the same, a face of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old, but his body as short as a seven or eight-year-old boy.
Clearly, this boy either had stunted growth or was a dwarf.
This little boy was none other than Duan Xiaowu.
