Lei Meng was taken aback by Liu San's sudden sobbing tone.
He then exchanged glances with several top members beside him who were also in ragged clothes and had injuries on their faces.
After a brief shock, they all burst into hearty, even somewhat crazy laughter simultaneously:
"Hahaha!!"
"Good! Well done!!"
"Old San, what the hell are you crying about!"
Lei Meng slapped Liu San's shoulder hard, almost knocking him over, his laughter loud, filled with the relief and boldness of surviving a disaster and a victory, "How old are you! Still shedding cat urine! Isn't it embarrassing! A man should be like my name... Be fierce! Got it?! Fierce is all that matters!"
The laughter echoed in the deep night of the Gray Rock District.
Lei Meng's gaze crossed over Liu San, who was still sniffling with excitement, and landed precisely on Qin Hui and others seated on the step opposite.
The smile on his face grew even brighter, carrying an undisguised appreciation and enthusiasm.
