Confronted with the tattoos and scars on the two men's bodies, Xiang Qiang's emotions took a long time to settle.
He suddenly felt that although he was the boss of the old Easy peace, compared to the two before him, he really didn't amount to much. They had fought their way to power with real swords and guns, whereas his position as boss had been handed down from his father.
"I can hardly believe it! Not to mention your skills and reputation, just these scars on your bodies alone are enough to scare the shit out of people."
Xiang Qiang looked at Wang Yu and Qin Tian, then lowered his head to glance at his own chest and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
He, too, had a tattoo of a dragon on his body. The dragon's head was on his chest, its body extended along his arm and onto his back, and it looked imposing, but it paled in comparison to the Nine-clawed Golden Dragons on Wang Yu's and Qin Tian's backs.
