Greenhorns

"Did you hear something just now?"

"What sound? You can't hold your liquor and want to desert, you bastard!"

"Bastard, who says I can't hold it? All of you together still can't beat me."

"Quit wasting time. Come on, keep drinking."

Inside the nightclub, large groups of Yutai Faction members—tattooed, permed, dressed in bizarre outfits, and clearly no good—were drinking and gambling in twos and threes.

Deafening music blared through the hall. The environment was incredibly noisy, so they barely reacted to the gunshots outside.

Footsteps came from the entrance. After passing through a long corridor, Xitu Ang and the other three entered the hall.

"Ah, shibal, who are you? We're not open yet. What the hell are those mad dogs doing on guard duty?"

Someone spotted Xitu Ang. Seeing his unfamiliar face, they assumed he was a customer who had come to the nightclub for fun.

"Where's your boss?"

Xitu Ang's expression remained calm. He ignored the filthy, chaotic surroundings and asked bluntly.

"What kind of way is that to talk? What boss? You call him Chairman, understand? You want to see Chairman—do you have an appointment?"

Several Yutai Faction members walked over. The one in front had a cigarette dangling from his mouth and tilted his head as he sized up Xitu Ang, unable to figure out where he had come from.

Kim Chang-myung's face went pale. He instinctively glanced around, already planning to find somewhere to run if things went wrong.

"Bring your boss out to see me."

Xitu Ang slipped his right hand into his waistband and spoke even more directly.

"Ah, shibal, you mongrel bastard came here to cause trouble, didn't you? Are you looking to die?"

The Yutai Faction members flew into a rage. The thug with the cigarette even raised a hand and