The Iron Fist Gang was quite powerful in Wangyue City, and the location of their headquarters was no secret. After a few inquiries, Fang Han learned its exact address.
Arriving in the western part of the city, he followed the directions he'd been given. From a distance, he could see a sprawling complex of buildings.
It was surrounded by high walls, its vermilion-lacquered main gate standing wide open. Above the gate hung a gilded plaque bearing the name "Iron Fist Gang."
Four burly men in matching brown uniforms stood guard at the entrance, their hands resting on the hilts of their blades. Their temples bulged high, and their sharp eyes scanned the passersby.
Security was extremely tight.
Pedestrians all gave it a wide berth. After all, as a gang, the Iron Fist Gang didn't exactly have a good reputation.
