It was just... he didn't know whether this would affect Brother Hao.
The thought flashed through his mind as Lu Chao glanced toward the second floor of the bar.
Quite a few security guards moved about in the corridor, earpieces on, vigilantly scanning their surroundings the whole time. The private rooms were tightly shut as well, making it impossible to see what was happening inside.
Perhaps because the Iron Blood Gang had gone to war, the atmosphere in the bar had subtly changed.
With a quiet sigh, Lu Chao roughly understood Zhou Qiang's intentions.
And it was not just Zhou Qiang—Brother Hao was the same.
The reason they had hidden these gang matters from him was surely because they did not want him dragged into these grudges.
Xiao Yang beside him knew nothing of his feelings and merely drained the fruit wine in front of him.
After setting down the glass, he lowered his head to look at it.
A few drops of leftover wine sat at the bottom of the glass, and it was as though he saw his own low point in life within them.
In silence, he seemed to be thinking, and hesitating.
In the end, Xiao Yang could not help but look up. His expression was uneasy, his eyes filled with envy as he asked a question.
"Ah Chao..."
"Yeah?"
"Is a Fighter's life... very different from before?"
That night.
Lu Chao left the bar carrying a silver briefcase and took the tram back to the Second Street District.
There had been envy and bitterness in Xiao Yang's question.
He did not boast too much, merely encouraging him to keep his feet on the ground and take things one step at a time.
"Everyone has their own future."
"But without [Glutton], I probably wouldn't have