At 2:30 PM on Monday afternoon, the peaceful lunch rush outside Gu Family 2-Copper Hotpot & Peace Clinics #001. Through #010 along Central Market Avenue was suddenly interrupted by the ugly clatter of iron clubs and heavy boots!
Hired for ten thousand silver taels by a desperate Grain-Tycoon Wan and the Four Noble Grain Consortia. Five hundred tattooed thugs of the Black-Tiger Street Gang—led by a scar-faced Rank 3 Peak underworld boss named Black-Tiger Biao—marched ten abreast down the center of the avenue!
Every single thug wore a sleeveless leather vest showing off menacing black-tiger tattoos, carried a twenty-pound Long-Handled Iron Sledgehammer over one shoulder, and held a sealed earthenware Fermented Night-Soil Stink-Pot in the other hand!
“Get out of the way, you two-copper soup beggars!!”
Black-Tiger Biao swung his iron sledgehammer against a stone hitching post, shattering the granite into gravel to terrify the families dining inside Clinic #001, and roared at the top of his lungs:.
“Boss Wan of the Four Noble Grain Consortia has spoken! These Gu Family Hotpot Clinics are operating without our Black-Tiger Gang’s protection seal! In three minutes, my five hundred brothers are going to smash every single Star-Iron cauldron on this street with our sledgehammers and throw five hundred stink-pots into their kitchens!
