Having sent Black Three and his cronies packing, Li Lianshan turned to Ye Qing and said, "What exactly is going on? We're already here. Why bother with these punks when a phone call would have sufficed?"
Zhao Chengshuang looked around in astonishment and asked, "Since when did this area become your turf?"
After Old Five Chen bit the dust, no one's been in charge around here for a while. My spots are just around the corner, so the little issues here aren't hard to handle," Li Lianshan explained, then said, "Come on, let's not sit around here. Let's go have some fun at my place."
"Hold on," Ye Qing said, glancing at the little girl beside him. "We haven't eaten yet."
Noticing the little girl clutching a plastic bag, a trace of pity flashed through Li Lianshan's eyes. He looked around and exclaimed, "Damn, where's the cook? Where did the chef run off to?"
