A Descendant of an Old Friend

"Wang Lang, what the hell is wrong with you?"

The commotion finally drew the attention of the other gang members at the dock. They surrounded them one after another, their weapons itching to be put to use. It looked like they were getting ready to make a move.

"Kid, you came here looking for trouble!"

"Do you know what kind of place this is?"

"You dare cause trouble here? I think you're tired of living!"

The thugs and street toughs waved their thick wooden clubs lightly in warning. Don't be fooled by how little damage these clubs seemed capable of—they were actually no less powerful than machetes.

The thick, long clubs were incredibly hard and flexible. Even a formidable machete couldn't cut one in half with a single strike. But if one of those clubs slammed into someone, it could easily break their bones. It was an exceptionally vicious weapon.

"Make way, make way! What's going on here?"

A young man who seemed to be in charge stepped forward. He appeared to have noticed Gu Sheng's calm bearing and extraordinary composure, so instead of recklessly starting a fight, he stopped the several thugs who were eager to make a move.

"He really looks just like him!!!"

Gu Sheng scrutinized the young man from head to toe. He had been practically carved from the same mold as the man in Gu Sheng's memories. To think people had actually suspected that he wasn't a biological descendant—Boss Gu really had been far too suspicious.

"What did you say?"

The young man before Gu Sheng was completely baffled. What had he just heard?

"What is Gu Xuanwu to you?"

Gu Sheng's next question left the young man stunned.

The thugs and street toughs beside them could no longer hold themselves back. One of them,