Hearing Wang Yu's words, the man chuckled with pride increasingly evident on his face.
When he first started in this business, he had been threatened and beaten by the local gangs. Had his luck not been good, he would have been lying dead on the street long ago. But now things had changed; he had the Shouming Gang backing him and the territory was theirs. The small local factions that used to bully him no longer dared to mess with them.
"Going solo in the past definitely meant being bullied, but not anymore. I have my brothers. Now this area belongs to us, the people of the Yan Kingdom. The local gangs don't dare to meddle. Of course, we've earned our place here with our fists."
The man's words were simple, just a few sentences, but Wang Yu and Qin Tian could feel the blood and tears that laid beneath them. For the people of the Yan Kingdom living abroad, struggling against local gangs for survival was no easy task.
