The gates of the shanty district were made of wooden planks, already quite fragile.
Under this kick, they shattered into several pieces, scattering across the ground.
Inside the house, Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu had just made their bed and tidied up a bit when they saw a sturdy man standing at the door.
"Hey newcomers, do you know the rules? Settling here without Brother Biao's permission, have you had enough of living?"
"Brother Biao?"
Shen Qing and Shen Xiaohu exchanged puzzled glances, unfamiliar with the name.
For the past twenty days, every time Tian Xiaohu went into the city to sell mountain goods, Shen Qing would ask him to gather news from the city.
He had been paying attention to the West City as well.
He knew that ever since Boss Zhao was killed by him, several new faces had appeared in West City, trying to form new gang forces.
He had heard of two gang fights.
But he had no impression of this so-called Brother Biao.