Chapter 82: Saint Venerable

The expressions of the Martial Arts Association Steward and the police chief beside him instantly turned exceedingly ugly.

"Captain Cong, this... we just need to take them back for questioning. We have to give the victims an explanation for this matter..."

"Who the f*ck are you?" Captain Cong abruptly cut him off. His gaze instantly turned piercingly cold, and a sharp, oppressive aura suddenly erupted from him.

With a metallic SHING, he drew a long blade gleaming with a faint blue luster from his waist, pointing its tip straight at the Steward. Behind him, his fierce companions stepped forward in almost perfect unison, resting their hands on the weapons at their waists. A formidable aura pressed down like a physical weight.