Brother One Leg, why don't you believe me?

While Yayoi was heading for the mountain at the back of the school, in one of the bars managed by the Black Dog Gang, a fierce-looking middle-aged man dressed in black was answering an important phone call.

The middle-aged man was tall and robust.

However, he only had one leg with a sharp, scary pitch-black metal spike replaced the missing one.

Those in Xinyang's underground world have long forgotten his real name. And today, he was only known for his gangster title, One Leg Berserker, or short term: One Leg, Zhou Clang Clang's right-hand man.

Despite the cooling air of the room he occupied, One Leg was sweating profusely with a pale face as if he was just sucked dry by a vampire.

"I heard someone touched my son?" Zhou Clanng Clang's cold voice comes from the phone.

"Yes, sir." One Leg replied with a fearful expression.

Even though that man is not here, just his voice alone bought chill to One Leg's heart.

Zhou Clang Clang took a moment and mulled over the situation on the other side of the phone. In Xinyang Town, he was the king. The reputation he has established over the years, that shit is not just for show. If someone dared to touch his son, that person would either be ignorant or have a strong enough background that they even didn't fear him.

"Three days have passed. Do you know the identity of the culprit?"

"Yes, sir. I have already investigated. The one responsible is the classmates of the young master, Xuan Yu, and Lin Jiangfeng. Xuan Yu is Xuan Hao's first son, the chairman of the Xuan Construction Company. But Xuan Hao didn't care about him.

"As for Lin Jiangfeng, he was the one who beat up the young master. Currently, I couldn't dig up his background, but it shouldn't be anything notable. He came to Xinyang Town eight years ago and currently lives with his aunt who ran a small coffee shop."

"So it's just two newborn calves who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth." Zhou Clang Clang snorted. "Xuan Hao is just a lucky small-timer, not worth mentioning. As for the two brats who touched my son, did you take care of them?"

"Yes, don't worry, sir! I have sent Scar Face and a group of subordinates to go after them. There will be no problem." Said One Leg with confidence. He believes that with Scar Face as a Level 3 Martial Apprentice, nothing could go wrong just dealing with two high school kids.

After One Leg claimed to make Xuan Yu and Lin Jiangfeng disappear forever, Zhou Clang Clang finally hung up the phone.

One Leg could finally feel at ease.

Zhou Clang Clang was currently on a business trip, and it was One Leg's responsibility to take care of the gang. Nothing could go wrong, or he would be the one to shoulder it all. It was understandable why he was so nervous.

Coincidentally, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Brother One Leg, it's me, Scar Face..."

"Scar Face? Come in! Say, did you catch them?"

As the door opened, a man with bloodstained bandages covered his entire body, rolled the wheelchair, and got inside with difficulty.

One Leg's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in shock: "Oh shit! Bro, what the f*ck happened to you? Is it the rival gangs?"

"Hehe, brother One Leg, this time, I think we are f*cked...brutally in the ass."

Scar Face laughed strangely and proceeded to describe the encounters with Yayoi.

"That son of a b*ch is not a human... His slightest touch broke our bones, and the brothers' knives couldn't penetrate his body. And even when I pulled out my gun and fired at him. Do you know? The bastard just covered his face as he laughed wildly like a maniac, and he rushed at me, unfazed! He is a monster—the incarnation of the devil!"

"Are you sure you just didn't get hit by a truck?"

One Leg skeptically looked at Scar Face up and down. But to his dismay, there was only fear in the latter's eyes.

"You don't believe me? Even at this moment, I could still remember! I could still remember..."

The horror...

As Scar Face spoke in a broken voice, his body cringed, trying to hold onto One Leg's hand. His emotions were in chaos, as if he was going crazy.

"Those ghostly eyes and bloody hands, the invincible aura of a higher martial artist, the fallen body of our brothers, the looming shadow of an insurmountable giant...If that is what a 'Master' is like, then he is a Master!"

One Leg sighed and said: "Scar Face, go back and rest."

"No, no! let me go! You have to believe me, brother One Leg! Brother One Leg!"

One Leg didn't believe Scar Face's exaggerated words.

As a Martial Apprentice himself, One Leg knows how hard it is to train and break through each minor level. After training for more than 20 years, he was still at Level 7 with Zhou Clang Clang's generous support. So how could he bring himself to accept that an 18-year-old kid could be a Master?

He calls a few subordinates and sends the latter away.

"Now that the boss is away, it seemed that I have to make a move personally."

There was only one thing in One Leg's mind: The reputation of the Black Dog Gang cannot be tarnished!