"Ahem, that's about enough."
Seeing that the bomb was about to explode, a man with a similar build to Mr. Li and the same refined air stepped out of the crowd.
"B-Boss."
Ma Hongying flushed when he saw the newcomer.
He had meant to put Little White Tiger in his place, only for Old Ninth to corner him and leave him no way out.
"Boss Ninth, a young hero indeed."
The man walked slowly forward and pinched out the fuse with his slender fingers.
"My subordinate doesn't know better. I apologize on his behalf."
The middle-aged man gave Old Ninth a slight, amiable bow.
Neither servile nor arrogant.
The middle-aged man felt like a wad of cotton. Whatever moves you threw at him, he remained unruffled.
"You think saying sorry settles it? If I brought men to slaughter your whole family and then said sorry, would you forgive me?"
Old Ninth tossed the bomb at the middle-aged man's feet, with no intention of giving him an out. "Your standing means nothing to me, so drop the big-boss act. If I show you respect, you're a big shot. If I don't, you're a fucking nobody."
"We all work these streets. Play if you can handle it. If you can't, quit pretending." Little White Tiger leaned against the door, looking ready to fall asleep.
The middle-aged man frowned. He had been watching Little White Tiger and Old Ninth's reactions from the crowd since the beginning.
Little White Tiger had remained composed throughout, even starting to doze off.
That meant Little White Tiger had absolute confidence that Old Ninth could keep Ma Hongying under control.
Left with no choice, the middle-aged man turned his gaze to Mr. Li.
Ma Hongying's bomb was fake. They had already lost when it came to conviction.
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