"Damn it!" A small fry from the Tiger Gang nearby was scared witless and let out a miserable scream.
"Mr. Hu is dead, Mr. Hu is dead." The brothers of the Tiger Gang legged it; with the Northeast Tiger gone, it meant that the Tiger Gang was completely disbanded. Everyone lost their cohesion, like a pan of scattered sand.
The big-bearded man's several hundred men were just about to charge upstairs when they suddenly heard the news of Mr. Hu's death; these hundreds of men immediately turned tail and ran.
"Don't run, no one's allowed to run." The big-bearded man screamed in futile anger.
Alas, this gang of men just wouldn't listen. After all, they weren't core disciples of the Tiger Gang; they were just peripheral disciples cultivated by the Tiger Gang, sporting its title while being low-level hoodlums on the streets, bullies under the gang's notoriety. In their hearts, there was no sense of unity with the Tiger Gang.
