Guangzhou.
Green Gang Headquarters.
Watching the group return in the middle of the night, Yang Qing let out a long breath.
"My brother went to Foshan! Reinforcements from all the schools and sects have gathered there, but with so many people, things are bound to get chaotic. Fortunately, the Five Houses of the Southern Faction can still keep order!"
Lian Youming had quickly washed and changed. After all that frantic running along the way, he had worn his shoes to pieces.
He sat squarely in a Grandmaster Chair in the reception hall.
Situ Wudi and the others sat below him.
Apart from those few, everyone else on this trip had suffered injuries to some degree. The only consolation was that they had lured the enemy in first and outnumbered them, so no one had died.
"Grandmaster, are you all right? Your granddisciple pays his respects!"
But the moment he sat down, a round-headed little fatty came over and, without another word, dropped to his knees and knocked his head loudly against the floor three times.
It was none other than Wang Mazi's disciple, the one who hid grenades in his crotch.
A Green Gang disciple of the "" generation.
Lian Youming's internal breath was already unsettled. Looking at this granddisciple made his temples throb and left his chest feeling a little clogged.
For no other reason than that, at some point, the little fatty's waist had become bulging again. Judging by the shape, it was either a pistol or a submachine gun.
He looked so simple and clueless.
Fortunately, the sincerity in his eyes did not seem feigned. Rubbing his temples, Lian Youming told him, "Take off all those firearms. From now on, settle down and train properly with your master."
"Okay!"
The little fatty nodded obediently, got up, and