Early the next morning.
Mr. Li prepared ten truckloads of supplies as an introduction for Little White Tiger and Old Ninth.
Meeting the Overlord was the step Mr. Li and Little White Tiger took most seriously. The Overlord's attitude would directly determine the two men's circumstances in the city.
If the Overlord refused to take them in, the Ming King would kill Little White Tiger and Old Ninth immediately.
Old Ninth had blown up his Vehicle. Without the protection of the Overlord's name, the Ming King would never have let him see another sunrise.
"If you can't win the Overlord's approval, don't come back to the city. Stay outside for now, so the Ming King can't cause trouble for you."
Zhang Yang, who had come to see them off, gave Little White Tiger an earnest pat.
"The last truck is all fine liquor. I hear the Overlord loves drinking more than life itself. Mind what you say, you two. Don't mouth off to everyone you meet. If you offend the Overlord, I won't be able to save you," Mr. Li warned them like a parent sending his children off on a journey.
"Relax, I'm here. This kid and I got along pretty well in prison. I'll protect him if I have to." Duan Ka grinned and hooked an arm around Little White Tiger's neck. "I didn't smoke your cigarettes for nothing."
"You'd better."
Old Ninth, sporting two dark circles under his eyes, rolled his eyes at Duan Ka.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" Mr. Li asked, looking at the exhausted Old Ninth.
"This bastard fucked three of our beds to pieces yesterday. He's even got me hearing things. My head's full of women screaming."
Old Ninth glared at Duan Ka through gritted teeth.
Far from ashamed, Duan Ka looked proud.