The various ruffians on the bar street, upon seeing the red-haired youth arrive, suddenly found their backbone.
Each one immediately straightened up from their previously trembling state.
Everyone looked towards the red-haired youth, each calling out, "Boss."
Some even hurriedly began to complain to the red-haired youth.
"Mr. Hong, someone's causing trouble on your street."
"Mr. Hong, a few of our brothers had their fingers chopped off."
"What do we do now? Mr. Hong, give us your orders."
...
Listening to the clamoring voices of the crowd, the red-haired youth stood there, staring straight at Wang Yan, his expression shifting unpredictably—a truly spectacular sight.
Seeing all these ruffians calling the red-haired youth their boss, Su Yamo couldn't help but feel a bit worried. Earlier, Wang Yan had used intimidation by harming a few ruffians' fingers, scaring the rest of them.
But if these hundred ruffians rush up together, Wang Yan would be in real trouble.
