North City Snack Street's open-air barbecue stalls were packed with people.
At the largest table sat nine men, eight of them with tattoos, smoking, drinking, and cursing. Everyone stayed away from them as soon as they saw them.
They clearly belonged to the underworld, the kind of people one should stay away from.
One of the young men had rosy lips and white teeth, clean-cut and handsome, looking out of place among the rough crowd. He held a bottle of liquor in his hand, pouring drinks for one person and then lighting a cigarette for another.
It wasn't long before he was covered in sweat.
"Screw that Wang Quan, the bastard. Just because his uncle is the Heavenly Master of Baihu Hall, what's there to be arrogant about? I'll chop him off sooner or later." Laiba's drunkenness got the better of him and started ranting.
Zhu Shaodan perked up his ears to eavesdrop and got two key points: Baihu Hall and Heavenly Master.
