In an instant, a violent commotion erupted in the room.
The wealthy townspeople were all scared witless, their faces drained of color as they scrambled to get away.
Cong Bo's expression immediately turned grave. Forgetting all about Zhang Wu, he snatched up the longspear beside the table and lunged to the window.
With a flick of the spear's tip, he smashed a large hole through the window frame and the surrounding brick wall.
The wind and rain from outside poured in, making the group of wealthy men shiver violently.
Cong Bo's expression grew even more solemn.
Because outside the window, a thick fog had rolled in at some point.
Rain poured down through the thick mist, but beyond that, there was no other sound.
Cong Bo had quite a few of his men stationed in the tavern, yet now, they were all silent.
The bizarre scene made Cong Bo feel as if he were facing a great enemy, and the nerves in his left eye began to throb with a fiery, intense pain.
