Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Three days later.

Chen Qing had just finished washing when someone came to the cabin door.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a black short jacket, followed by four or five burly subordinates.

The middle-aged man smiled, "You must be Brother Chen Qing. I'm Xu Chengfeng from the Tiger Gang."

Chen Qing replied calmly, "So it's an expert from the Tiger Gang. I've long admired your reputation."

Xu Chengfeng cupped his hands, "From today on, this area will be managed by our Tiger Gang. We hope for your cooperation in the future. If there's anything we don't do well, please bear with us, Brother Chen!"

Chen Qing acted flattered, "Sir, you're too kind."

The Tiger Gang people had come calling. It seemed Mute Bay had truly changed hands, and the Golden River Gang was now a thing of the past.

Xu Chengfeng smiled, "Brother Chen is too polite."