Feng Jun's five elementary school classmates had all grown up playing together. They were extremely close, with nothing they couldn't talk about.
At the dinner table, Second Fatty started complaining, saying Feng Jun had given Liu Jiagui far too much face. If it had been him, he wouldn't even have bothered with the man.
Second Fatty's name was Dou Jiahui. Back in elementary school, he had been the second fattest in the class—the fattest was Big Fatty, whose name was Feng Jun.
The Dou Family was quite famous in Chaori, but it was not a large clan, numbering only fifty or sixty people in total.
Second Fatty's great-grandfather had come to Chaori alone and fathered six sons. Due to various disputes, four of those sons had died in fights.
Those four sons left behind four grandsons, while the two surviving sons left behind another eleven grandsons.
In other words, Dou Jiahui had fourteen uncles in all. In fights... another four of them had died.
Of the remaining ten uncles, four more died one after another while seeking revenge. One of them had slaughtered two entire families—both families had been police officers.
At present, he had only six living uncles left.
As for Dou Jiahui's cousins, there were nine of them including himself.
One of his cousins had killed someone in a fight and been sentenced to death.
There was no helping it. This family was fucking terrifying. When one brother died, the others just kept charging in.
Second Fatty actually had a fairly decent temper, but even if he said that right in front of Liu Jiagui, Liu Jiagui would not dare show the slightest displeasure.
Faced with Dou Jiahui's scorn, Feng Jun merely smiled and made no comment.
When those elementary school classmates drank together, Gazi was mainly responsible