He sank into the soft sofa, picked up an expensive foreign liquor, poured himself a full glass, and downed more than half of it.
The hand that had just crushed the bottle still had blood seeping out, yet he seemed completely unaware, not even frowning.
"Brother Hao, are you okay?"
A loyal subordinate cautiously approached and said in a low voice:
"I think those few clueless punks downstairs were probably sent by those bastards from the East City Association to cause trouble on purpose. Damn it, daring to act wild on our turf, should we... take some people over tonight to teach them a lesson?"
"East City Association?"
Xu Hao snorted coldly, lazily leaning back against the sofa, resting his legs casually on the coffee table in front of him:
"Sending such lowlifes to test me, do they really think I'm easy to bully? Those old geezers are getting more and more pathetic..."
"Oh, Brother Hao~ don't always talk about fighting and killing, it's such a buzzkill."
