Iron-willed

A tall but fat middle-aged man squeezed in from the entrance. He was a warrior at the peak of the third level of the Blood Bear Realm. He was followed by fifty of his men, all of whom were warriors above the White Tiger Realm.
The middle-aged man's tiny eyes scanned the messy underground market, his face completely gloomy. He felt the anger of the hundreds of people in front of him, frowned slightly, and suddenly glanced at the two guards who were terrified and embarrassed, and shouted coldly:...