Standing at the corner of the street, Zhang Qingfang of the Zhang Family, watched Su Xin's retreating figure and chuckled, "Old Meng, you seem to have fallen quite a bit. Your Three Heroes Association used to dominate Changning Prefecture, and now you're pushed to this extent by such a junior?"
Even though this was the truth, Meng Changhe couldn't hide the shame and anger on his face.
But the person he was dealing with was a direct disciple of the Zhang Family in Xiangnan, one of the three great families. Their reputation in Xiangnan was much greater than that of the Yi Sword Sect, which dominated the martial arts world in the Central Plains.
Therefore, despite the humiliation and anger in his heart, Meng Changhe had to force a smile. "Don't underestimate this young man. He is quite unorthodox.
From a low-level gang member, Su Xin rose to become the leader of the Changning Prefecture gang alliance in less than a year. And my Junior Uncle, Chen Zhao, died at his hands."
