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Thud!
The clear sake cup in Han Dongxu's hand slipped and crashed to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Before Xu Fan spoke, Han Dongxu had been mulling over personally investigating the preferences of the old bandit, so that when the time came, Xu Fan could ingratiate himself and establish a godfather-son relationship with him.
With the backing of the Shanghai garrison, from then on, anyone who wanted to mess with Xu Fan would have to take into account the wishes of the old bandit Zhou.
But now...
Han Dongxu was feeling awkward as hell.
Recognizing a father and son? These two meeting would likely end up grappling from just one look.
"Boss, can we not joke about this?"
Han Dongxu looked at Xu Fan awkwardly and said.
A while ago, when the news about Zhou Jianjun being killed by someone came out, everyone was guessing who had the guts to take on Zhou Family's grandson.