My Sign-in Life in Douluo

Jiang Siming took a sharp drag and blew out a big round smoke ring. The last time he had smoked was ten thousand years ago.

"You've got a future, kid. I've got my eye on you!" Jiang Siming patted the young thug on the shoulder and said with an approving look.

The other thugs watched the scene and couldn't help cursing him as a traitor.

Jiang Siming took in every expression on their faces. Calling this bunch a triad was giving them far too much credit; at most, they counted as street punks. That was also why Jiang Siming hadn't gone for the kill.

There wasn't even the slightest trace of killing intent on them, something that had been obvious from the fight. Basically, every one of them had been throwing wild, flailing punches. Their moves looked fierce as a tiger, but the damage was only five.

"May I ask what road you run on, big bro? From now on, I'll follow you through thick and thin, up mountains of blades and down seas of fire, and I won't refuse even ten thousand deaths!" The thug who had lit the cigarette patted his chest and promised solemnly.

"Wang Ergou, bullshit! We bowed to Lord Guan together, and now you're fucking thinking of switching sides!" Behind him, a thug who was staggering on his feet with blood still hanging at the corner of his mouth loudly berated Wang Ergou.

The other thugs also looked at Wang Ergou with disdain. The most important thing for people in their line was loyalty. Someone as disloyal as Wang Ergou was the most contemptible of all.

Hearing Ruan Lao'er say that, Wang Ergou immediately grew anxious and roared, "Ruan Lao'er, I usually call you Second Brother, and you really started thinking you were somebody! Why