Chapter 4 Civilized People
Following Jiang Hao into the warehouse, Ling Chen immediately saw a man in his thirties, with a scarred face, sitting beside a makeshift table, greasily devouring his late-night snack.
"Chen, that’s Zhao Zhengxiong," whispered Jiang Hao.
Ling Chen nodded, then shifted his gaze to see Jiang Hao’s brothers kneeling on the ground, their hands on their heads, all bearing wounds, with a dozen burly men holding iron rods, menacingly watching over them.
At that moment, Zhao Zhengxiong lifted his head, glanced at Jiang Hao, and directly ignoring Ling Chen beside him, asked, "Did you bring the money?"
"Xiong..." Jiang Hao initially wanted to address him respectfully as Xiong, but with Ling Chen beside him, his courage swelled, and he retorted boldly, "Zhao Zhengxiong, release my brothers immediately, and take your men out of my territory."
Laughter erupted from those around at these words.
"Jiang, has your brain been damaged? To dare speak to Xiong like that."
"I think this kid is itching for a beating."
Zhao Zhengxiong wiped the grease from his mouth and pointing to the ground by his feet, said, "Kneel down and kowtow three times, call me Grandpa, then I might pretend I didn’t hear what you just said."
"Chen..."