"Are you out of your mind?"
On the way back.
Old Ninth held the phone with a devil-may-care air, listening to Young Master Zhu's shrill curses coming through.
Who knew where he had gotten Old Ninth's number? He had called and immediately started swearing.
"I told you to target the San Mu Group, not charge straight at them! Are you a fucking brute?"
Young Master Zhu demanded, speechless.
"This is how I do things." Old Ninth bit down on his cigarette and glanced at the two cars following him. "Get this straight. We're willing to let you use us. That doesn't make me your subordinate."
"Don't piss me off, or I'll take on your Zhu Family too."
Old Ninth had the driver stop in the middle of the road, pulled two grenades from inside his coat, and pushed open the door.
Screech...
Old Ninth raised a hand, flagging down the car following at a distance.
"Brother, can we help you?"
The two men inside asked with dark expressions.
Tilting his head to hold the phone against his shoulder, Old Ninth continued the call as he approached their window and peered inside.
"Brother, is there some misunderstanding?" the other man asked again.
Old Ninth didn't answer him. Standing outside the car, he shouted at Young Master Zhu, "I like going in from the front, so you and I aren't a good fit. I don't like going in the back door."
"You're fucking sick!" Young Master Zhu let out a piercing shriek.
Old Ninth grinned, took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and tossed it into their car.
"I'm off. See you around."
Old Ninth patted the roof of their car and walked straight back to his own.
"Fuck!"
The tails' hair stood on end, and they lunged out of the car.