The voice was piercing to the ear.

Everyone was stunned. Is someone here to make trouble?

“I’ll go take a look,” said Huang Qianjun. He was already walking up to the gates.

When he opened them, he saw a dense cluster of hoodlums standing outside, their weapons at the ready. Their leader was a middle-aged man in white with a handlebar mustache.

“Who are you?” said Huang Qianjun coldly. 

“They’re from the Black Tiger Gang!” cried the nearby A-Fei.

The white-robed middle-aged man looked around, and when he saw Feng Xiaofeng in his wheelchair, he laughed coldly. “I’m here on Esteemed Elder Wu Tianhao’s orders. He said that the culprit who massacred the Black Tiger Gang base a few days ago is to come quietly and apologize. So long as he offers the Black Tiger Gang satisfactory compensation, the elder will let this end peacefully and not pursue the matter any further.”

But then, the white-robed man’s eyes glinted viciously. “If you refuse, weigh the consequences for yourself!” 

“Who is Wu Tianhao?” asked Huang Qianjun in confusion.

It wasn’t just him. Yuan Luoxi and Yuan Luoyu were wondering the same thing. Is he tough?

Cheng Wuyong explained, “He’s somewhat famous among the denizens of the city’s underworld. He’s situated in the southwestern district,...