"Who the hell are you to come here spouting nonsense and messing with my men's morale?"
Seeing this, Chen Heihu was stunned. With a fierce kick, he sent Brother Zhilong tumbling to the ground.
There was no helping it. Black Tiger Hall was a massive force with numerous disciples, and as the Hall Master, he couldn't possibly remember everyone.
"Lord Hu, it's me, Zhilong! I'm usually the one leading the boys to keep the peace on the commercial pedestrian street!" Brother Zhilong endured the pain, scrambling forward to grab Chen Heihu's pant leg.
"Lord Hu, he really is one of ours," one of the Black Tiger Hall elites said, his expression changing after taking a closer look at Brother Zhilong. He leaned in and whispered to Chen Heihu.
What? He's really from Black Tiger Hall? Chen Heihu's eyes flew wide open, his heart sinking. Damn it, when did my Black Tiger Hall start recruiting such garbage?
