"So you're the two who wanted to see me?"
Fu Shouxin looked at Ren Xiaotian and Chen Chuan. He had heard that a client wanted to see him, so he had his men show them in.
This underground arena was located near the city center, so he had to deal with people from all walks of life. The old gang rules weren't enough to solve every problem. This was especially true for clients, who were well-connected and had significant influence. He avoided offending them whenever possible. As long as there were no core conflicts of interest, he would usually show them some respect.
Chen Chuan sized the man up. Although he was also a leader of the Blood Mark Gang, Fu Shouxin was completely different from the brutish and crude Fatty Guo.
This was a well-groomed, middle-aged man. His sideburns were neatly trimmed, his face cleanly shaven. He wore a casual, imported suit with a plaid tie and polished black leather shoes, looking every bit the part of a high-society gentleman.
