It's quite a speechless yet genuinely existing phenomenon.
Many thugs and gang leaders like to have nicknames such as Third or Fourth, as if the more rustic the nickname, the more they can thrive on the streets.
Xiao Feng never understood this at first, but later realized that nicknames aren't meant to sound nice, they should be catchy and loud, especially for those mixing in the underworld, who presumably rely more on reputation.
Based on this point, if someone actually had a nickname like 'Prince', not only would it not intimidate others, even they themselves might find it amusing.
"All of you, get the hell out, don't ask for trouble." Xiao Feng, who was already annoyed, didn't bother to speak kindly.
A subordinate of Gui Si'Er, the bald guy, stiffened his neck and stood out: "Who the hell are you trying to boss around, see this scar on my arm? You know how I got it?"
