In North Fort, the local customs were fierce. In ancient times, this area was nothing but a wild desert, rife with horse bandits and robbers; those who weren't fierce couldn't survive.
However, Zhao Fatty was an exception. Ren He silently watched as Zhao Fatty got beat up by his own cousin, Mr. Zhao's men, and said nothing. It seemed he was ready to swallow his teeth in silence.
Without Ren He, Zhao Fatty truly wouldn't have been able to get revenge. After all, it's hard to fight alone against many, and although the extras around Zhao Fatty knew he was a conscientious Group Head and were willing to follow him, they'd rather not get into fights.
But now, with Ren He...
Zhao Fatty remembered how Ren He had knocked the protagonist unconscious with a single kick today. But even if Ren He was skilled in fighting, surely he couldn't beat ten or twenty men, could he? Why else would Mr. Zhao's group be in charge of the town, if not for their ferocity and greater numbers?
