"The Qingmu Society? So it's a gang—" Huang Zheng glanced at Li Yang, not extending his hand to shake Li Yang's but instead spoke casually, his eyes full of disdain. And what followed almost made Li Yang spit blood.
"Looks like a bad guy at first glance—" He sized up Li Yang, then showed a look of contempt and said.
Li Yang's hand paused in the air, his face twitching. As the esteemed leader of one of the three major gangs in Ruili, the Qingmu Society, he had never been treated like this and didn't know how to react.
"Click!" The person next to Li Yang pulled out a gun from his coat and pointed it at Huang Zheng, clearly ready to blow his brains out if he dared to speak disrespectfully again.
However, Huang Zheng was not afraid. Instead, he gestured, and instantly over a dozen officers with machine guns surrounded them.
