The gates of the shantytown were cobbled together with wooden planks, inherently fragile.
With one kick, they shattered into several pieces, scattered all over the ground.
Inside the house, Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu had just made the bed and tidied up a bit, when they saw a sturdy man standing at the doorway.
"Newcomers, do you know the rules? Settling in here without Brother Biao's permission, are you tired of living?"
"Brother Biao?"
Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu exchanged glances, unfamiliar with the name.
In the past twenty days, every time Tian Xiaohu entered the city to sell mountain goods, Shen Qing would ask him to gather information about the city.
He paid attention to the West City area as well.
He knew that ever since Boss was killed by him, many new faces had appeared in the West City area, intending to form new gang forces.
There were two struggles he had heard about.
But he had no impression of this so-called Brother Biao.
