Seven days later.
At San Mu Ichiro's estate.
Bone had led his men in replacing the San Mu family's plaque with one reading Eight-Nine Prefecture.
They had no choice but to pick such a strange name.
Because neither Little White Tiger nor Old Ninth actually had a name.
They had grown up in a garbage dump and did not even know who their parents were.
They had named themselves Old Eighth and Old Ninth.
The names came from the nine most despised kinds of people in the Apocalypse.
First, hired guns; second, robbers; third, prostitutes; fourth, beggars; fifth, swindlers; sixth, police; seventh, gambling cheats; eighth, pickpockets; ninth, the sick.
Old Eighth had once been a pickpocket, while Old Ninth was genuinely sick.
That was why they were called Old Eighth and Old Ninth.
After growing up, the two could not get residence permits without proper names.
Little White Tiger had renamed himself White Tiger. He had originally wanted Old Ninth to call himself Phoenix, but Old Ninth thought it sounded too cringeworthy.
Old Ninth had chosen the name Li Huajiu because the first person he killed was called Li Hua, adding his own ranking of ninth.
Inside the estate.
Fang Mu stood respectfully in the hall with the Supreme Club's senior managers.
Little White Tiger and Old Ninth looked with satisfaction at Fang Mu, who now had the bearing of a leader.
Once scrawny and stooped, Fang Mu now wore a well-fitting tailored suit, his hair meticulously combed, his face glowing.
With his share of the Clubhouse's earnings, Fang Mu had now moved up in social class.
So when the two bosses summoned him, Fang Mu had brought his entire family straight to Chun Prefecture without another word.
He had also brought more than a dozen unfamiliar senior managers.