Although some of the people who come out to work are those who are too lazy to work; if they really can't find a job, they come out to work as a hooligan to make a living. However, there are still a large number of people who join for more or less reasons. Some of them are yearning for it.

This kind of life is like watching Young and Dangerous too much since I was a kid.

Others are adventurous and joined after seeing the high-risk profits. No matter what kind of people they are, these people are motivated and everyone wants to climb up. Basically, people who have mixed up to the third level

If they are still a horse boy in their teens, they know that there is no chance in this life; they will wash their hands in a golden basin and quit this business.

A soldier who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good soldier. This sentence also applies to the underworld! Azeroth is no exception. He originally joined the Hechuan Gang to avenge his brother. However, he didn’t expect that he actually got mixed up.

A waiter; with that meager salary, he is called here and there every day.

"Oh, that knife stabbed Chen Ming to death. I can at least be assigned as a team leader!" Azeroth sighed, still regretting what happened back then. There was nothing that could be done about it.

, the first time he killed someone, he would inevitably panic; when the knife was stabbed, his palms became cold and he couldn't use all his strength. Chen Ming's life was saved!

"Hey! I said you...yes, yes, just you, come here!" On the sofa at the door over there, a "watchdog" with dyed yellow hair waved to Azeroth.

, and asked him to come over quickly.

Azeroth was confused for a while, but still walked over step by step; towards the yellow hair, he said politely: "Brother Ze, do you have any instructions?"

"I said, do you, a newcomer, understand the rules? I've been sitting here for a long time, so you've just been in a daze for a long time, right? Why don't you hurry up and bring me some peanuts and beer, so I can take care of you." That's Brother Ze.

With yellow hair, he shouted arrogantly, making Azeroth feel dissatisfied for a while.

These guys are a sad and ridiculous group of people; they are the lowest level of the gangsters. Even when the formal members outside see them, these watchdogs have to bow their heads respectfully. Now, they are facing the lower level.

People were gesticulating and drinking and shouting.

I have to lament that human beings are very sad animals. They are the best at exploiting and bullying their own kind. Even a lowly person likes to bully people lower than himself.

"What? You're not happy! You're fucking your uncle, didn't you hear what I said?" Looking at Azerasi's face, the yellow-haired man named Brother Ze suddenly started shouting arrogantly. He raised his feet, that's it.

He kicked him hard on the vagina.

Azerasi was so angry that his fists clenched, but then he thought that he was a newcomer. It was not easy to offend the old members of these gangs, so he just gritted his teeth and endured this breath; he went to serve beer and peanuts respectfully.

Went.

As soon as Azerasi walked away, the "watchdogs" behind him immediately laughed and pointed at his back. It seemed that these guys were really concerned about bullying newcomers.

Have unparalleled pleasure and comfort!

Azeroth over there was so angry that he almost vomited blood, but when he came out to hang out, there was a saying that people had to bow their heads when they were under the roof. Now he was just a waiter. If he didn't bully you, who would he bully?
Chapter completed!