Chapter 394 Breaking Through

• This year, Huang Mang’s crew threw on jackets to cover their tattoos. Only then did everyone realize how big and mean they looked—built like tanks, faces hard as stone. They screamed trouble, the kind of underground street punks you don’t want to mess with. Piss them off, and you’re basically asking to die.
• With Huang Mang stepping in, the crowd finally cooled down a bit.
• Before long, the airport shuttle pulled up and took the first group inside.