Liu Mou laughed helplessly upon hearing this and then turned to walk into the room. As soon as he entered, he heard a muffled cough, and the surrounding darkness was instantly filled with light, illuminating the entire house.
What he saw was an old man on death's door, with white-templed hair and a face as pale as death. Even so, the dark aura of dominance about him was unmistakable; the tiger might have retired, but it still had the air of a storm about it.
This person was named Liu Guoqiang, around sixty years old. He controlled most of the underworld and gangs in and around West Mountain City. He was a righteous man; even though he had fallen into the underworld, he was sternly against selling rotten drugs. He even made sure that the entire criminal world didn't touch narcotics. Anyone caught would be sentenced to death, assuming the identity of a police officer.
