Even if you're a Raptor, it won't work.

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Han City, Liuyadong Auditorium Warehouse.

A robust man, about 40 years old, wearing a dark green military overcoat, was sitting at a wooden table, eating a steaming hot pot of mutton.

On such a cold, snowy day, fresh Mongolian lamb bones are simmered in a secret broth for an hour.

Thinly slice the mutton, blanch it in a rich broth for 6-8 seconds, then dip it in garlic and chili sauce. The result is a delicious and incredibly flavorful dish.

Everyone in the underground world of Han City knows that Han the Cripple, the leader of the Yixinglian gang, has three great hobbies:

Military overcoat, mutton hotpot, and a delicate schoolgirl.

Besides him, who else would wear a cheap military overcoat sold in a workwear store as a fashion statement?

Damn it, it's so incredibly tacky, yet people like Xie Xinglian are all vying to imitate it.

Needless to say, mutton hot pot is another must-try.

Whether it's the sweltering summer or the bitter winter, Han the Cripple never misses a pot of mutton for breakfast.

Eating too much mutton will naturally leave your whole body smelling gamey.

So Han the Cripple would often vent his lewdness on young, tender female students of eighteen or nineteen.

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"Hua Gou, go and get me some lamb liver."

Han the Cripple's appetite was not deterred by Lin Dong's phone call.

On the contrary, he found it quite amusing that this outsider dared to challenge him.

In Han City, and even in the entire province of Hubei, the number of ruthless people who dare to challenge him to his face can be counted on one hand.

Where did this hothead come from? Does he want to die but can't find a place to be buried? Why does he insist on sticking his head out so he can be stepped on?

Soon after, a plate of tender slices of lamb liver was served.

The young man, nicknamed "Flower Dog," carefully placed the lamb liver down, hesitated for a moment, and murmured:

"Boss, Baldy and his gang have been defeated. Shouldn't we send more men over?"

"What's the rush? Let these outsiders show off for a while, I have my own way of handling things."

Han the Cripple curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a cold smile.

He casually picked up a thin slice of lamb liver, dipped it twice in the boiling soup, and took it out half-cooked.

Dip it in some chili sauce, put it in your mouth, and chew it with relish.

"Hua Gou, go check at the gate and see if the Ling family has arrived yet."

"Yes, boss."

The thought of meeting the important person he was about to meet filled Han the Cripple with excitement.

The fact that the Ling family, one of the four major families in the capital, came to him this time must mean they have a big business deal to discuss.

If they could connect with the Ling family, their influence in Hubei Province would at least rise to a new level, if not skyrocket.

Heh, from now on, Han the Cripple will be even more powerful and domineering in Han City.

Damn it, I'll see the guest first, then kill that arrogant outsider!

Hung Heung and South Korea's crippled man