Allen Zhang also followed closely into the apartment.
He glanced at Black, who was clutching his chest and collapsed on the ground, his kick was akin to that of the General Sect Leader's style, not in vain did Sieg train so hard privately.
He also sought advice from the General Sect Leader on the force techniques of Mixed Martial Arts, as well as how to grapple at close range. Although his fighting skills were still rough, handling one or two ordinary people was no problem, not to mention Black, who smoked too much!
As soon as he entered, he noticed the apartment's living room was a mess, with cans and glass bottles everywhere, and there were leaves and white powder on the table, of four-star purity, the stench of the leaves mixed with the smell of seafood, and the sound of speakers exploding beside his ears, roaring loudly.
There were men and women, both white and black, about a dozen people in total.
It's confirmed; this was a legitimate West Coast party gathering.
