Flower Boss sighed, a measure of relief appearing on his face.
"Forget it. At least Little White Tiger and Old Ninth are gone. That gives You Gui some closure."
At this point, Flower Boss stopped pretending.
With the misunderstanding cleared up, Mr. Li only wanted to get away quickly.
Looking more preoccupied than mournful, he said, "Little White Tiger and Old Ninth may have been set up, but they were still my men. Nalan, give me their bodies. I won't get involved in your business. I'm a businessman. I value harmony."
Nalan's eyes all but spat fire, but he knew the consequences of dragging Mr. Li into the fight. He nodded impatiently.
"In that case, I'll take my leave."
Mr. Li stood and drained his glass. "Master Hua, good liquor. A pity I won't have another chance to drink yours."
"Heh." Flower Boss gave a sickly, savage grin. "Two of my enemies are gone. Only the last one remains. Go on. Nalan and I need to settle our score today."
"Why? Why? He was already crippled!"
Nalan roared in anguish, the silver threads in his hands shredding the round table in an instant.
"Crippled? My son was fucking tied up, and your brother still took his head! Your brother died unjustly? My son had it worse!"
Flower Boss met him head-on and swept his hand.
Man-Eating Flower burst from the ground and opened her gaping maw at Nalan.
Ming King still wanted to mediate, but Group Leader Yao reminded him, "Ming King, even the Buddha would feel awkward asking them to make peace in a situation like this. Give it a rest."
One had lost his younger brother, the other his son.
Under these circumstances, it would be hard for either to back down unless one of them died.
Ming