...
Half an hour later.
A two-story restaurant.
A private room.
The burly San Hui was chatting with a few businessmen.
These people were all his clients.
He was the one collecting protection fees.
Unaware of the incident at the market.
After all, police response, confirming the deceased, realizing the deceased was involved in crime, then a pause, a consideration — it's all routine.
As for the vendors, they resented these thugs, not even having the chance to tip them off.
Even if someone wanted to report, they wouldn't know how to contact San Hui.
Brother Lin and his seven managed that area, but Zhang Feng killed six and took one away.
It was a clean sweep, leaving nothing behind.
"Let's have a drink once the food arrives!"
At this moment.
Unlike Brother Lin, San Hui was quite amiable while speaking to the businessmen.
But his face was menacing, unapproachable.
"Definitely should have a drink with Brother Hui!"
