Qinglong Bar.
Near the bridge on Purest Street, it spread out over a wide area.
Poison Scorpion was the toughest enforcer at Qinglong Bar. His recklessness had earned him a big name on this street, and most were afraid of him, which meant few dared to cause trouble in the bar.
He was just sitting in the lounge inside the bar, biting on a freshly lit cigarette.
"Bang—"
The door was flung open.
Poison Scorpion glanced up nonchalantly, only to see a white tank top.
He stood behind a young woman.
"Yo, Mao Kun." He obviously recognized the man in the white tank top. He called him Mao Kun, but his tone lacked respect. Poison Scorpion stared straight at the girl behind him, "Are you here to pay tribute to me? Haha, don't worry, Mao Kun, I'll be sure to speak highly of you to your godfather!"
The man in the white tank top looked at him as if seeing a former version of himself.
Bai Lian slowly approached.