On the other hand, Sun Liehu, whose call had been hung up, was very displeased.
In terms of status, although he wasn't as influential as He Chen, the overlord of Jiangling City's underworld, he was still considered a top-three figure in the underground forces of Jiangnan City.
The two had some sort of rapport, but He Chen, acting like he was on steroids, didn't give him any face and abruptly ended the call.
What's more, Sun Liehu was out and couldn't rush to Jiangling City right away.
Worried that He Chen might harm his son, after some thought, he still decided to call Cheng Debiao, "Hello, Boss Cheng, it's Liehu here."
"Did my son just talk to you about..."
"I know, it's just He Chen. What's there to fuss about? I'll be right there," came Cheng Debiao's impatient voice from the phone.
"After this is over, we're even! Don't freaking contact me again!"
"Hehe, got it, got it,"
Sun Liehu chuckled dryly, "Then I'll have to trouble you, Boss Cheng."
