"Is there a group of people who have been slandering me?" Zhu Wencong asked Zhao Da.
"Yes! We have taken care of the matter you assigned us. We put him in a sack and gave him a good beating.
His subordinates were taken care of by us as well, all lying on the streets, expected to wake up tomorrow morning," Zhao Da started by reporting his work.
"Boss, you told me before not to easily lay hands on our own people, so I have been arranging for someone to keep an eye on them.
The Chinese circle is quite complex with a multitude of mixed forces; they are a branch of the Tiandihui...
In fact, they were originally the backbone of the Tiandihui, but after forming a relationship with the White people, they branched out on their own.
They have a small influence in San Francisco by serving as hounds for the White people; many Chinese are very afraid of them," Zhao Da continued.
Zhu Wencong took a sip of tea, "Hanging around cops to make a living?
