"Is this how you handle things for me?" Han Tao roared, glaring coldly at Brother Wolf. "You're not allowed in Little Rose's bed anymore! Also, Han Bing still has many formidable women under her command. Go and lead them to give that cripple another harsh beating. If you don't handle this properly, I won't let you off!" He glared at him one last time, then took a puff from his cigar, his already ferocious face now seeming sinister and terrifying.
"Lord Han, that cripple does have some strength," Brother Wolf said reluctantly after a moment's thought. "We should hold back for now."
Their current resources, connections, and money were enough for them to live lavishly for decades. Lately, that bitch Yang Fei had been expanding her territory. Rumor had it she was backed by an impressive, far-from-ordinary figure. They were no match for her at all, which was why Brother Wolf had hinted at retiring.
