Their gang had a good name in the mercenary field, so remembering one was not an easy deed.
"That dilapidated gym!"
The cold voice of Hao echoed even in the loud music and the man sitting in front of him frowned. Only then did he remember that one of their members had a rift with a young boy living in the gym and the young boy even beat many of their members.
"So you are the one who has beaten a lot of our members?" The man could not believe that Hao had come here by himself. Did he not know that they would kill him if they even found him around not to forget that he was sitting in between them.
"I want the man who had lit the fire in the gym!" Hao enunciated each word slowly and clearly and the pressure he had used in it was deafening but the man was only infuriated instead of being scared.