"Who the hell is that, causing trouble at Councilman Dann's banquet? Doesn't he know the man is the King's favorite now...?"
The two turned around and froze.
No matter how they looked at him, this man did not belong here.
He stood eight feet tall, powerfully built. Despite being at a high-society banquet, he wore an utterly out-of-place short jacket. Even more conspicuous were the dragon-head and fierce-tiger tattoos on his arms—simply standing there, he exuded a vicious menace.
Seeing the two men rooted to the spot, he flashed a bloodthirsty grin.
"Let me introduce myself. My name's Xu Xiangjin. Even if you businessmen haven't met me, you must've heard my name."
The next instant, two piercing cries rang out.
"Mad Xu! The Lower City Throat-Cutter!"
Xu Xiangjin—the tattooed man under Chen Ye—clicked his tongue in displeasure.
"Seriously, could you stop using those nicknames? They're fucking tacky, all right?"
Beside him, Zhou You wholeheartedly agreed.
But the two men's legs were already shaking, and even their bodies had begun to tremble.
The tattooed man tore off a chicken leg and unceremoniously stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling as he chewed.
"Come on, who do you owe your current treatment to? The people who busted their asses beating the Kuxia Family and the Wenton Family, that's who. They'd barely finished helping you, and you were already talking shit behind their backs..."
Finally, he spat a clean, white bone onto the floor, without a scrap of meat left on it.
"I'm in a good mood today, so I don't feel like making trouble for you. Now get the hell out. If I hear you gossiping behind their backs again, I'll rip your lips off. Understand?"
The two immediately fled in panic.
Then the tattooed man turned and roared at the onlookers.
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