"I, Old Ninth, don't have much going for me. I just have a few more brothers than most."
Facing the Special Action Team's encirclement, Old Ninth calmly looked back.
The Wine Sword Spear trio stood among the crowd, watching him with complicated looks in their eyes.
The three had been driven into a corner, yet at the last moment, it was Old Ninth, whom they had always considered an enemy, who saved them.
Driver did not dare casually offend Chun Prefecture's underground emperor, so he could only take out his phone and call Zhou Ming.
Thud, thud, thud.
Orderly footsteps rang out.
An endless sea of lights converged from every direction.
Driver and the captain exchanged a glance, both inwardly sensing trouble.
The crowd on the perimeter escorted a black sedan slowly up to the Special Action Team.
Whirr.
The window rolled down.
Inside the dim car, a youth flicked on a lighter, illuminating his face.
Little White Tiger's sharply defined profile appeared before everyone.
"Eighth Master..."
The captain was displeased, but facing Little White Tiger, he could only back down for now.
After all, Chief Zhu had not left yet. Little White Tiger still had his backer in the Police Bureau.
If he offended him and got made to suffer for it, it would not be worth it.
"I'm here to pick up my brother. Would our brothers in the Police Bureau please step aside?"
Little White Tiger sat in the car, showing no intention of getting out.
His voice was icy. Though phrased as a request, his tone was an order.
False Eye guarded Little White Tiger's car door, sneering sternly. "You dare surround the Ninth Master? You're really getting full of yourselves. Believe me, I'll arrange for a few Lei Zis to play with you every day!"