This thumb ring was actually the Green Gang Dragon Head Token.
After seeing the token, the reactions of the two Green Gang elders grew exceedingly strange.
The elder in blue opened his eyes wide, then quickly narrowed them again. His fingers clenched until they turned white, and all expression vanished from his face.
"Where did you get that thumb ring?"
The elder in black sprang to his feet, squeezing the two Iron Balls in his hand so hard that they struck together with an explosive crack. Even his voice changed. The dragon head's token?
Lian Youming was also somewhat startled to hear those words, but not a trace of panic showed on his face. Instead, he teased them with a smile. "You want it?" The elder in blue's brows and eyes twitched, and he rasped, "I wouldn't dare!"
The elder in black's expression also changed drastically, his gaze turning uncertain, but he gave no answer, remaining as silent as stagnant water. The dragon head's token was hardly something they could dare take simply because they wanted it. Even if they obtained it and could put it on, it would cost them their lives.
In other words, since someone had passed this item to the mysterious young man before them, the thumb ring could belong only to him for as long as he remained alive. Anyone else who seized it would gain nothing; it would instead become a summons to their death.
Seeing their intense reactions, Lian Youming repeated his question. "Since you recognize it, may I take the seat of honor now?"
The moment he spoke, the atmosphere grew tense.
The token was ultimately an inanimate object. Times had changed, and recognizing it did not mean accepting it, especially when its holder was still a mere youngster. Expressionless and silent,