Chen Ping'an's expression was cold, his eyes profound. His words carried a weight that compelled belief.
Young Master Xiao Hu narrowed his eyes, studying Chen Ping'an as if seeing him for the very first time.
For a moment there, he'd seen a faint shadow of Old Chen in the Chen Family's kid.
Old Chen could rest easy, knowing he'd left behind a descendant with both courage and cunning.
But...
To the bitter end!?
Ridiculous!
'Does he really think he can scare me, Young Master Xiao Hu?'
Young Master Xiao Hu lifted his foot, ready to advance, when a sharp cry echoed from the other end of the alley.
"Town Patrol Office night patrol! What's going on up there!"
Young Master Xiao Hu turned to see two constables in the distance, each wearing a saber. One held a lantern and the other a gong as they approached.
