Zhou Bufan couldn't help but furrow his brows and asked,
"How did you get here?"
The old man waved his hand at him and said, "Bufan, immediately retreat."
"But—"
"There are no buts, what, aren't you obeying my orders now?" the elder said authoritatively.
Zhou Bufan, with no choice, waved his hand to his subordinates, and a group of people walked out of the restaurant.
The elder, with his hands behind his back, scanned the scene and smiled at Fang Yu in the crowd.
"My apologies for the disturbance."
Outside the restaurant.
Zhou Bufan really couldn't understand why the boss would order a retreat, especially since those people inside were significantly related to several nearby homicides.
The elder came out.
"Boss…"
Before he could finish, the elder raised his hand, cutting off what he was about to say—
"I know what you're going to say… those who died, you needn't bother with them. As for those who fought, just investigate and penalize where necessary."
