My Sign-in Life in Douluo

"Since you're no ordinary man, sir, why have you suddenly gotten involved in Jiang City's underworld?" the muscular man said in a low voice, his nerves already stretched to the breaking point.

At first, he had thought Jiang Siming had been sent by a gang opposed to White Tiger Hall to cause trouble. Now, it seemed things were probably not that simple.

Although Jiang City had developed well over the past few years, its underground world was a scattered mess. Someone with Jiang Siming's status had no reason to hold a grudge against small local forces like them.

"I just want to see your boss. I don't have much patience left," Jiang Siming said, frowning impatiently.

The muscular man's expression showed a trace of struggle.

"No need. I'm here!"

A resonant voice came from outside the warehouse, and a man dressed in black, carrying a faint Aura of Hegemony, slowly walked in.

"Brother Guang..." The muscular man looked at the man who had arrived with a face full of shame.

"Lao Qi, I'll handle this." The man called Brother Guang did not blame him. Anyone capable of becoming the boss of a gang could still tell who could be provoked and who could not.

"May I ask what exactly this is about, sir? Has my White Tiger Hall offended you in some way?" The man tried his best to remain calm. Someone who could block bullets bare-handed was absolutely not someone he could afford to provoke.

Ordinary gangs simply could not afford to offend ability users like these, people who possessed supernatural powers. All he could do was hope the other party would turn a major matter into a minor one, and a minor matter into nothing.

Jiang Siming slowly turned around, his eyes narrowing slightly as he walked toward