Chapter 595 Or What, Exactly

• From the start, because of his nephew Zheng Ziwen, Zheng Haoping had already planned to step up for him. But with so many big shots from every corner of Scaonia’s state of Jizhou packed into the club that night, a small fry like him couldn’t go too far. Piss off those power players and you’d be paying for it big time.
• Now, with his right hand ruined and his path in martial arts basically cut off, Zheng Haoping was a live wire—one spark away from blowing up. On top of that, he believed that after his stunt in the ring—gunning down two men on the spot with nearly a thousand eyes watching—there’s no way Eric Goodwell would dare cross him. Give the kid a hundred extra spines and he still wouldn’t.
• Who’d have thought—Zheng Haoping swaggered in, sure he’d take what he wanted, but what he got back was Eric Goodwell’s flat voice: “If I were you, I’d ruin my other hand right now and crawl out of my sight. Do that, and I can pretend none of this ever happened.”