The motorcycle stopped near the Nanhuali Warehouse.
Qingwu threw the keys in her hand to Tian Tong and strode toward the bomb shelter deep in the reed marsh.
"Boss, there are still a hundred or so people from the Black Dragon Gang, but they don't accept Ms. Su. They say she'll need to win a boxing match before they listen to her. Isn't that ridiculous?"
"I looked at our fight club's schedule. Several Boxing Champions are set to fight soon. This isn't something Ms. Su can handle!"
Su Mi is someone with skinny arms and legs. Is that someone who can go up there and fight?
Even Tian Tong thought that if she went up, the Su Family might as well announce their total destruction.
But the underworld had its own way of thinking and recognizing leaders.
Qingwu, wearing Martin boots bought by Zuo Wanjun, walked steadfastly.
"If the Black Dragon Gang has prepared and arranged their people in the ring, Ms. Su is doomed!"
"Why not let her fight me?"