"L-Little White Tiger?"
"Old Ninth!"
"Fuck, Chun Prefecture?"
The Ma Family Experts inside the room were instantly dumbfounded at the sight of the people in the courtyard.
When had these harbingers of disaster slipped into Shen Prefecture?
Everyone knew that wherever Little White Tiger and Old Ninth appeared, fighting followed.
The Ma Family Forces had been locked in fierce combat with the Ding Family Thugs, giving them an opening.
"I just heard... you mention Old Eighth and Old Ninth. Did you mean me?" Old Ninth tilted his head and followed Thirteen into the room with a grin. He glanced at Ding Baobao on the floor, then turned to Goatee. "Excuse me... which one of you is the Ma Family Second Uncle? Raise your hand. Your junior, Old Ninth, would like to borrow your head."
"Old Ninth, have you fucking lost it? The Ma Family and Chun Prefecture have always stayed out of each other's business." Hearing the other man ask for him by name filled the Ma Family Second Uncle with foreboding.
Once Old Ninth set his sights on someone, he clung like maggots to bone, impossible to shake.
Unless you killed him, you would have to sleep with your eyes open.
This madman would never stop until he got what he wanted.
"Listen to yourself." Old Ninth spread his hands cheerfully. "Given the bad blood between our families... if I don't dig up your ancestral graves, Buddha ought to give me a Civilized Vanguard Award."
"Heh." Little White Tiger stepped forward arrogantly and stood shoulder to shoulder with Old Ninth. His sinister eyes swept around the room as he laughed scornfully. "You must be too important to remember much. You just hijacked my goods, and you've already forgotten? Playing dumb?"
"I think he really is dumb. Why else would