Lü Qingzhou had always been ruthless in his dealings, and that was a major reason he had held firmly onto his position as the association's leader.
His imposing presence silenced most of those present. Only Uncle Zheng kept puffing on his old pipe, his legs crossed, looking utterly relaxed.
After a long silence, Uncle Zheng finally smiled and said, "Come on, Chairman. Rumors of your death are flying around out there. We were worried about you, so we came to see whether you were still alive. What? Are you saying it was wrong for your brothers to care?"
Old fox! Seeing Uncle Zheng drag everyone else into it, Chen Hao smiled back. "If it's concern, then of course I appreciate it. I'm just afraid certain people might seize the opportunity to stir up trouble. That wouldn't be good."
As Chen Hao and Uncle Zheng stared each other down without a word, the atmosphere grew awkward. Uncle Qian immediately stepped forward to smooth things over. "Chairman, we really did come to check on you. When that damned news broke, we were all worried sick about your safety. You weren't answering your phone, so we had to come in person. That's all."
Since someone had offered him a way out, Chen Hao took it. Slapping his thigh, he said, "Good. As long as nobody has any ulterior motives, that's best."
Then Chen Hao stood and barked, "Drag that little bastard over here!"
Sen Tai hauled over Lü Liangwei, whose face had been beaten into a swollen mess, and hurled him in front of everyone.
Chen Hao nearly laughed at the sight of the battered, barely recognizable Lü Liangwei. Beside him, Haizi was gasping for breath. Apparently, Haizi had put everything he had into that beating.
Trembling from the beating, Lü Liangwei looked