Chen Rou's head was throbbing too.
Unlike Guitou Rong and Xiang Tiange, who were still young and lacked deep roots, relying solely on ruthlessness to hold their ground, Master Er and Master Dong were towering ancient trees with deep roots. The men under them had followed them for two or three generations; they belonged to a class whose very parents had grown up under their protection. Coupled with the turmoil in Hong Kong over the years, to these street thugs, each of the two bosses was a savior of their fathers, mothers, and very lives.
Furthermore, the feud between the two families ran deep. That aura of mutual destruction could not be dispelled with just a few words.
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