WHOOSH...
RUSTLE... RUSTLE... RUSTLE...
A gust of wind swept into the courtyard. The branches and leaves of a large, flourishing tree swayed in the breeze, making rustling sounds.
Although Fang Jingtang was now the new Gang Leader of the Red Blood Gang, he hadn't moved into the opulent mansion built by the late Hong Jiu. Instead, he continued to live in his original courtyard.
The study was brightly lit. Fang Jingtang was looking over the accounts from the past few days.
He had promised that certain great personage that after taking over the Red Blood Gang, he would take its business to the next level. Therefore, Fang Jingtang had to produce results in the shortest time possible.
This led him to order his Red Blood Gang subordinates to further exploit the dockworkers and to find ways to seize the daughters of those who couldn't repay their debts.
