"So why didn't you try to buy into the bar when the original owner was running it?" Su Weifeng asked with a puzzled look.
White Wolf suddenly felt awkward. His influence in this bar street was mediocre, which is why his own bar was situated at the end near the end of the street, next to Su Weifeng's. The previous owner was his equal in terms of power, and there was only so much he could strong-arm, which is why he didn't dare to forcefully pursue partnership. It was only because he saw Su Weifeng as a greenhorn that he brazenly came to bully.
"The original owner wasn't a good person; I couldn't be bothered with him. I came to help you out because I think you're a decent guy. It must be fate," White Wolf said, smiling.
"Hmph," Mo Fei snorted coldly, looking down on White Wolf's shamelessness.
