The next morning, Li Zhongnan arrived at the school's soccer field.
Li Datou spoke up, "Uncle Li, the Cyclops sent a message, saying he wants to meet on the west bank of Nandu River tonight. Each side brings twenty people for a duel to decide who controls Northrealm's scrap market."
Some of the young men chimed in, "Uncle Li, count me in. We're going to kill the bastard!"
Li Zhongnan lit a cigarette and then asked, "For all these days, the Cyclops hasn't done anything. Do you know why?"
"Why?"
Li Datou stared at Li Zhongnan, scratching his head in confusion.
"He was scared after we defeated his fifty-something gang at Gaokou without a single weapon. He's in fear," said Li Zhongnan.
He chuckled, then added, "So, don't you think it's strange that he's now challenging us, insisting that each side only brings twenty men? It's a losing game for him. As a veteran criminal, why would he make such a rookie mistake?"
