Tong Hu stopped in his tracks upon hearing the street thug's demand, followed by a burst of cold laughter.
"A mere thug and I need an appointment to meet him? Does he think he's the President of the USA?"
It was a time for Tong Hu to be proud, and confronted with such defiance, he wanted to show off his own power. He said, "An appointment to see him? Who does he think he is? Tell him Brother Hu is here. Have him roll out to meet me, or I'll tear down his shabby den."
Tong Hu's words were so fierce that the small-time thug blocking him couldn't quite figure out what he was dealing with but complied, "Wait a moment, I'll go inside and let them know."
It didn't take long for the so-called Brother Chicken to come out with a gang of punks with brightly colored hair.
Brother Chicken wasn't very old, only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight. With a head of green hair and a very gaunt appearance, he really looked somewhat like a chicken skeleton.
