Well, Brother Zhu Bufan certainly has a sincere way of apologizing. If I don't accept it, I'd seem rather unkind. But this is his turf after all. It never hurts to be cautious—these ruthless gangster bosses aren't kind to you for no reason.
There must be an ulterior motive.
"Alright, let's go inside and take a seat," Zhu Bufan decisively accepted Brother Zhu Bufan's invitation, clutching his stick as he headed into the abandoned hall.
Brother Zhu Bufan disapproved of the weapon in Zhu Bufan's hand, but under the current circumstances, getting Zhu Bufan to give up his weapon was unlikely. He could only suppress his irritation, forcefully put on a big, laughing face, and lead Zhu Bufan into the derelict building.
Although the building was abandoned, it wasn't in danger of collapsing. The reason for the factory's relocation was due to the state's push for energy conservation and emissions reduction; the factory's emissions did not meet the standards. It had to move.
