"Brother Hao!"
That one cry of "Brother Hao" left everyone utterly baffled. What on earth was going on?
Chen Hao stared at Brother Hai for a long while. The man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen him.
Seemingly noticing Chen Hao's confusion, Brother Hai immediately trotted over like a lackey, grinning as he deliberately bent at the waist. "I'm Haizi. I used to work for Brother Tiger."
That reminder made it click. Brother Tiger—wasn't he the man from the Black Tiger Society?
And wasn't this Haizi the leader of the group that had blocked Chen Hao on the street when the Lou Family hired the Black Tiger Society?
Once he remembered, Chen Hao chuckled. "You've done well for yourself. Brother Tiger dies, and you crown yourself king on the spot."
Hearing the mockery in his voice, Haizi immediately offered an apologetic laugh. "You must be joking. How could I dare call myself a king in front of you?"
After chuckling a few more times and seeing that Chen Hao's expression remained stern, Haizi nodded in understanding.
The first thing he did upon straightening up was slap Sanzi across the face.
Still hopelessly confused, Sanzi reeled from the sudden slap, blood pouring from his mouth and nose. "B-Brother Hai..."
"Don't fucking call me Brother Hai! Do you have any idea who Brother Hao is? Apologize right now!"
Haizi had witnessed Chen Hao's abilities firsthand. Never mind his Naruto-style ninjutsu—with a single word, he could mobilize the city's police force and have every establishment Brother Tiger ran shut down. That alone put him far beyond anyone Haizi could afford to provoke.
And Chen Hao had been connected to Brother Tiger's death, along with the deaths of dozens of other Black Tiger Society members, which only deepened Haizi's fear of