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It's him? It was actually him! How could it be him!
I sighed at the irony of fate, feeling a tinge of sympathy and guilt for him.
After I subtly indicated that I could offer a significant amount of financial support, Cheng Biao, deeply moved, patted my shoulder.
"Brother Meng, adversity reveals true friendship! I, Cheng Biao, acknowledge you as my brother!"
"From now on, if you have any trouble, just drop my name, Cheng Biao!"
Then not long after... he was imprisoned.
Out of that bit of guilt, I inquired with Wang Zhao Ping, who was in charge of the case, only to learn the whole affair was quite sensational.
Cheng Biao and another underling, just the two of them, brazenly entered a bar, faced dozens of gangsters, got several of their ribs broken, and amidst the crowd, accidentally killed Hu Dazhi, a former underling.
Afterwards, the two of them actually competed to take the blame for the murder.
"Ah Xing, you're still young!"
"Brother Biao, I'm the young one!"