Liu Jia'ang didn't know what Brother Fei's real name was.
When you ran with a crew, your identity was something you gave yourself.
Liu Jia'ang didn't like using his real name either; if things went south, it made it easy for people to track you down.
Around his friends, he liked to be called Brother Ang.
But in front of Brother Fei, he could accept being called Angzi.
Of course, deep down, Liu Jia'ang didn't really look up to Brother Fei.
'What a chump.'
Liu Jia'ang knew that in this circle, Brother Fei was just a Little Kalami himself.
Usually, in front of his own guys, he'd put on airs, unable to squeeze out a fart for ages, just trying to look all cool and aloof.
But once, when they were eating together, Liu Jia'ang had seen it.
The guy took a call, even turned his back on them to take it, and his voice was so meek and subservient, the fawning look on his face making it seem like his dad was on the other end.
