Go Buy Yourself a Coffin with the Six Hundred Thousand

When Old Yuan hung up, he walked out from the office and came to the front hall of the bar. Over there, five buff guys were playing cards, and they were all tattooed up. Each of them still had the North Gate tattoo printed on their chest, and although North Gate had been removed, they felt that they still wanted to keep the tattoo to commemorate the glorious days they had, and it would also be enough to shock some people.

These people were also not just any ordinary North Gate members, they were actually signature fighters for hire. After North Gate closed down, Old Yuan took them in and opened up a few bars and a security guard company. Normally, other than operating the bars and the company, they would also pick up a few quick side hustles.

Seeing Old Yuan come out, those few giggled and asked, "Boss, wanna play a few rounds?"