The air inside the security office was full of cigarette smoke. There were beer bottles and cigarette ash scattered across the floor. The “office workers” inside were all heavily tattooed and seemed intimidating. One could tell at first glance they were not nice people.
When Xia Hui barged into the office, the crowd inside all stared at him. Xia Hui immediately panicked. He suddenly felt like he was being preyed on by a pack of wolves.
Even though Xia Hui had dealt with this group multiple times, it felt like he was entering a lion’s den whenever he was there. It made his legs tremble and his teeth chatter.
“You’re pretty gutsy to charge in like that, Xia Hui.”
Those words were said by Zhang Hu, a well-built man sitting on the couch. He was bare-chested, though he had a thick gold chain hung around his neck like a dog collar. Other than the fierce looking tattoo of a tiger on his back, there were also more than ten knife scars, which were extremely appalling.
In each of his arms nestled a hot woman, and his hands wandered freely over their voluptuous bodies.
“I’m sorry, Brother Hu. I’m sorry.”
Xia Hui was dripping with cold sweat. His tongue also became twisted, and he stammered, “I drank a lot today, and I have a slight headache. Please forgive me…”
Under the influence of alcohol and hatred toward Chu Feng, he found the courage to barge through the main door. As soon as he saw Zhang Hu’s group of brutes, he came to his senses, and his cowardice was revealed.
“This isn’t the first time you’re talking to me, you coward. Why haven’t you grown some balls?” Zhang Hu said disdainfully as he rubbed his bald head.
“Yes, yes, you’re right, Brother Hu. I’m just a nobody, and I can’t compare to you.”
Xia Hui nodded and bowed, trying his best to flatter Zhang Hu.
Zhang Hu had some notoriety in the Jiangling criminal underworld, and he commanded several dozen underlings. His turf encompassed about ten bars and clubs on this street.
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