In the real world, Hall Master Zhang had seen numerous young people who bluster boldly. But when given a knife and asked to maim another person, they piss their pants.
Therefore, seeing that Song Jian is not that old, doesn't bear any signs of being a gang member, but rather seems like a college student, Hall Master Zhang became highly confident and believed that Song Jian did not have the guts to kill.
"Kid, if you don't dare to kill me today, you're my grandson. Remember to address me as 'Old Zhang' or 'Grandfather Zhang' whenever you see me!" Hall Master Zhang bellowed towards Manor Castle.
"Heh, Hall Master Zhang's got some nerve, truly worthy of being the head honcho of River Gang, we..." President Wang hailed with a thumbs-up, admiration written all over his face.
Before President Wang could even finish his sentence, he heard two sharp whistling sounds of arrow flying.
Squelch~
