"Huo Ben is such a cocky son of a bitch, thinking he's the sky over Red Flag County. If he wasn't relying on being my uncle's godson, he'd be nothing more than a coal-mining rat right now."
Outside the tea house, Zhao Xiaozhuang curled his lips disdainfully. Clearly, as the blood nephew of Zhao Chuanchun, he was hardly favored; he was merely assigned to muddle through in the city management brigade. So his jealousy of Huo Ben was quite natural, given the vast gulf between them.
"Xiao Zhuang, to be honest, ten of you couldn't beat one Huo Ben, not because you're not smart enough, but because you're not ruthless enough. After all, you know there are many things your uncle can't deal with personally and has to have Huo Ben do instead. That guy has definitely done his share of dirty deeds."
