Although Mr. Qiao knew the bald man wasn't simple, he had just witnessed Wang Xiaolong's strength.
To be cautious, he said in a deep voice, "We should join forces, this kid looks poor and foolish, but his raw strength shouldn't be underestimated."
The bald man boasted, "In other respects, I may not measure up, but when it comes to strength, I've never been afraid of anyone growing up."
A follower chimed in, "Mr. Qiao, you're really overthinking it. Baldy has been strong since he was a child, able to out-arm-wrestle adults in their thirties and forties when he was just seven,
and by sixteen, he was carrying sandbags, others could barely walk with one, but he'd carry two up six floors without even breathing hard."
"Yes, and Baldy even used to hang out with Mr. Chou's man Liangzi years ago. With his strength, he became one of Liangzi's top fighters. If Liangzi hadn't gone to prison back then, he would definitely be Mr. Chou's close confidant by now."
