Zhu Hou's face looked extremely grim, and the anger in his eyes as he stared at Lin Fan was palpable.
"You bastard."
How dare he set him up like this.
He understood full well what the other party intended—making him lose face in front of everyone, reducing the Serpent Gang to an object of ridicule.
Wang Zhou was courting death.
The restaurant was eerily quiet. The moment Lin Fan arrested Zhu Hou and left, the restaurant erupted like boiling oil.
No one even cared about their meals anymore and immediately started discussing furiously.
"Has that constable gone mad? That's the Hall Master of the Mountain Opening Hall from the Serpent Gang!"
"This is going to be interesting."
"The Serpent Gang has ruled over Jiangdu City for years. Now the Hall Master is being arrested by the government? This could get very serious."
"Wang Zhou is here too. Why didn't he step in to stop this?"
"I think this might be Wang Zhou's plan. He wants to wage war against the Serpent Gang."
