On the side of the national road in West Suburb, there was an auto repair shop, and the boss was a cripple, known in the underworld as Iron Crutch Wang.
Iron Crutch Wang did not usually use crutches. Though his legs were not very agile, it didn't affect his mobility, and he worked quite efficiently. Only when it was time to fight did Iron Crutch Wang's crutches appear, as they were his weapons. With a pair of iron crutches, Iron Crutch Wang had made a name for himself in the West Suburb. In this area, Iron Crutch Wang was quite a figure.
Jiang Xiaobai arrived at Iron Crutch Wang's repair shop, where there was not much business happening. A few employees were gathered together, playing cards among the greasy dirt and various car parts in the shop.
"Excuse me, is Wang Chuan here?"
Jiang Xiaobai walked in and asked politely.
"Who the fuck is Wang Chuan? Do we have such a person here?"
Several hooligan-like mechanics looked at each other in confusion.
