After the man's subordinates left the room and went downstairs, Zhao Rui released his collar.
He asked in a low voice, "What's your name?"
The man had a round, flat face. Though not tall, his frame was stout and fleshy. He had very short, choppy hair and a thick gold chain around his neck. One look was all it took to see he was the kind of thug who was used to bossing people around.
"Ge Dazhuang! On the streets, they all call me Master Zhuang. No, no, you're the master. Just call me Little Zhuang."
Ge Dazhuang said with a fawning smile, not looking like a gang leader at all.
"Do you have a grudge against us?"
Zhao Rui asked with a frown.
Hearing this question, Ge Dazhuang looked at Zhao Rui with a conflicted expression.
"If you have something to say, spit it out!"
Zhao Rui said coldly.
"Well, uh, Master... shouldn't you know better than me who you've offended? I'm just a guy who takes money to get things done."
Ge Dazhuang said, exasperated.
"I told you to talk, so talk!"
