In the span of an afternoon,
Tang Wen's name became known throughout Ganshan City.
Wu Hao stared at the portrait, completely dumbfounded.
He grabbed the Guard delivering the notice.
He confirmed again and again that his partner, the brother he'd hustled for money with, was indeed the Seventh Young Master, Tang Wen, in the portrait.
The messenger Guard left.
He held the portrait and gave himself a hard slap across the face.
His hand and face burned with a stinging pain. "So it's not a dream."
"Mr. Wu, does this mean we can walk sideways from now on?"
"Walk sideways my ass! You think the other young masters in the gang are just for show?"
Wu Hao frowned, unclear if it was from the pain or worry.
As the portraits were posted all over the streets and alleys, discussions erupted among the people.
"This pretty boy can become a young master of the Black Water Gang?"
The speaker's arms were thicker than the waists of the women from Baihua Tower.
