Tuen Mun, Lo Mai Kee Restaurant.
"Wutouzi, you've got everyone on edge now, with the police coming around day and night for raids, our brothers can't even do business. There are crazy rumors outside saying that you, Wutouzi, have been secretly colluding with Koreans in organ smuggling. You want my help, how can I help you?"
Zhan Guzai wore silver earrings, with a beard around his thick lips. He reeked of Gu Long cologne, his hair was gelled, and he looked out of place in a suit, his eyes unconsciously revealing a fierce aura as he spoke.
Liu Shiqing, who was wanted by the police, or Wutouzi, as he was known, adjusted his cap brim and spoke in a low voice while being vigilant of his surroundings.
"Brother Zhan Guzai, we're sworn brothers, you can't be so heartless and ruthless."
"Sworn brothers or not, I'll cover your meals and give you a place to stay. At most, I'll give you an extra twenty thousand for you to flee. What more do you want from me?"
