"No. I came to this city not long ago, and we probably haven't met each other before," Zhang Heng said.
Even though the person in charge had appeared in front of him, Zhang Heng was still grabbing the tattooed man's head.
"That's interesting. We haven't met each other before, and I'm pretty sure that we don't have any disagreements as well. My friend, why are you doing such a terrible thing to me?" The old man looked around. He saw his men on the ground, immobile and severely wounded. He then wiped his hands with his handkerchief and handed it to the person behind him before taking off his leather apron.
"I don't think I know your name."
"I'm just an insignificant nameless man. My name is not important. I do my job, and I get paid. But I think you should know about my employer. He is supposed to do business with someone here tonight. My job is to make sure that the transaction proceeds without any hiccups," Zhang Heng said.
