Looking at the dark-skinned face right in front of him, Xu Hao couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Idiot."
But on his face, he forced a smile and even reached out to heavily pat his loyal underling on the shoulder:
"I know, Ah Le, you've done well. I'll personally call the gang leader later and explain everything."
Even though he was a bit annoyed with his insensible subordinate, he still patiently managed to praise him a few times.
Then, perhaps to cover up his lie or to save some face, Xu Hao cleared his throat and began to brag about how he "heroically" escaped last night.
"Speaking of it, those punks from the East City Association only have that petty little ability. A dozen of them surrounded me, huh, and I still took down half of them!"
"My fists were like hammers pounding on them, but their fists were as soft as cotton; all they could do was cry for their mommies and daddies."
