"How's business, boys?"
Zhao Hu strode down the street with his head held high and his chest thrust out.
Seven or eight thugs followed behind him, their chests bare and short clubs tucked into their belts.
People on the street avoided them like venomous scorpions, desperate to keep their distance.
The Black Tiger Gang's leader was Guo En.
He had once been a salt smuggler, and although he was short and ugly,
he was notoriously ruthless. At the slightest displeasure, he would draw steel, killing without batting an eye.
Gradually, all the local criminals fell under his control.
The rich were unwilling to provoke them, and the poor could not beat them, allowing their arrogance to persist to this day.
Wherever there was money to be made, these men swarmed like flies drawn to blood, sticking their fingers into everything.
Guo En was ruthless, and his men learned to be just as ruthless.
Zhao Hu casually took an apple from a vendor's stall and swept his gaze around.
He spotted a blind man approaching with a walking stick, leading an old ox.
The walking stick tapped the ground, making crisp sounds.
Zhao Hu glanced at the ox behind him.
Fat and sturdy, it was a fine ox.
An idea immediately stirred in his mind, and he deliberately blocked the blind man's path.
As expected, the two collided.
Zhao Hu curled his lip and snapped, "Are you fucking blind?!"
"Sorry, sorry. My eyes don't work very well. Please forgive me."
Zhao Hu clutched his chest, panting heavily.
"I can't breathe! He knocked the breath right out of me!"
His lackeys immediately clamored, "Brat, you've injured our boss! You're in trouble now!"
The onlookers silently despised Zhao Hu for being such a piece of trash that he would even bully a blind