Inside the Headquarters Hall of the Black Water Gang.
Chen Jiuzhen sat grandly in the main seat, legs astride.
When he saw Han Zheng enter, he didn't even bother to rise, merely greeting him with a clearly forced smile, "Mr. Han's visit is an honor for which I failed to go out to welcome. Please forgive me."
This year, Chen Jiuzhen was just over fifty, a burly man with a rough appearance, twisting two large black iron balls in his hand.
This Gang Leader of the Black Water Gang had humble beginnings, a true ruffian hero.
"Gang Leader Chen, there's no need for formalities. I know my visit today was sudden and you're not particularly welcoming."
"But I am here for your benefit."
"For my benefit?"
Chen Jiuzhen looked at Han Zheng with a sardonic smile.
