On the second floor of the Tiger List arena, in the high-end reception room.
Old Mr. Tao, leaning on a cane, walked with a proud and broad stride, his spirit, qi, and mind restrained. Following him was the beautiful Tao Xia, dressed in a cheongsam and serving as the mayor, as well as Lin Hai who had returned to combat status, standing 1.9 meters tall, wearing a disguise mask and sunglasses, emanating an air of vicissitude, maturity, and the aura of an elite Special Soldier King who had retired.
"Ha ha, Old Commander Tao, yo, it's been many years, yet you're still full of vim and vigor." A middle-aged man approached with a grin, his demeanor carefree, followed by a young man and a white-haired elder.
Old Mr. Tao also nodded with a smile: "Little Yu, you've kept well these past few years."
