Tiring myself to death just for an identity

The underling didn't care."That was in the past. Everyone knows that our four gangs have been getting stronger and stronger. We're no longer the four gangs of the past. Who doesn't give us face now?"

Pierce smacked his head and didn't know whether to laugh or cry at him flattering the headquarters.""It's not because we're protecting him. Do you know who's putting a bounty on his head?"

"Yes, the Morgan family, the head of the Merican family!" The underling nodded.

"Yes, you've gathered quite a lot of information. Everyone in the underground world wants to get rid of this guy so they can curry favor with Morgan. So, which do you think is more important, fawning over Morgan or offending us?" Pierce asked his underling.