He Won This Great Gamble

Black Eagle raised his head, and Mr. Big looked at him. "You're still too inexperienced to be playing here. Next time, remember whose turf this belongs to."

In the end, the group gave Black Eagle a harsh beating, spat on his face, and then left.

Everyone only came over to help Black Eagle up after looking at him for a while.

Black Eagle narrowed his eyes as he looked in the direction the group left in. This was the first time he felt that if he were to continue like this, he wouldn't be able to exact his revenge.

Mr. Big was terrible, but he taught him a lesson. It wouldn't work just to know how to fight.

A person's fists weren't their most significant lethality.

It was their brain.

After Black Eagle's wounds recovered, he sent people to ask about everything related to Mr. Big.

Mr. Big was involved in dishonest businesses here.

His influence was massive.