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Half an hour later.
A two-story restaurant.
A private room.
The burly San Hui was chatting with a few businessn.
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 cri, 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 soone 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 mont.
Unlike Brother Lin, San Hui was quite amiable while speaking to the businessn.
But his face was nacing, unapproachable.
"Definitely should have a drink with Brother Hui!"
"Brother Hui has looked out for us for so long, we must show our gratitude."
The businessn, while loathing the protection fee, knew they couldn’t offend him, so they could only offer complints.
Yet when San Hui heard the complints, he followed up with:
"Let’s skip the pleasantries, I know your businesses are booming, so how about adding a little extra for the brothers?
Like, double it maybe?"
San Hui wanted to double the protection fee.
Crunched fists, a tall young man stood behind him, either relaxing or threatening.
This youth was a skilled fighter, capable of taking down three or four strong n alone.
Beside San Hui sat a sinister-looking middle-aged man.
It was Brother Bing, like San Hui, part of the gang’s managent.
This youth was under Brother Bing.
"Brother Hui... Brother Bing..."
However, upon hearing about the fee increase, one businessman mustered courage before the fearso underling and said:
"Bosses, you’ve raised it twice in six months already, now twice more...? I’ve really got no money left!"
Hearing this, Brother Bing glanced slightly at the businessman.
"What?" The underling stepped forward.
"Oh!" San Hui waved a hand, as if stopping Brother Bing and the underling, addressing the businessman:
"Let’s not talk about this now, let’s have a drink, and then discuss a price that’s agreeable for both of us at my place."
"This..." The businessman knew that going there wouldn’t end well, reluctantly nodded, "Alright..."
He spoke reluctantly, thinking about spending for peace.
No point risking everything against gangsters.
He had a family, couldn’t dare.
"What about you guys?" San Hui looked at the others.
Brother Bing eyed them coldly.
"I... sure!"
"Following Brother Hui’s arrangent!"
"Bosses, I’m with you!"
"Alright." With a slightly relaxed gaze, Brother Bing said, "This al is on , let’s enjoy so drinks later."
"Thank you, Brother Bing..." they hurriedly expressed gratitude.
"I won’t bully you too much." San Hui knew too much pressure was bad and cheerfully added, "I was joking about doubling, just fifty percent will do."
"Fifty percent?"
"Brother Hui, you should’ve said earlier, you almost scared to death just now!"
Hearing fifty percent, they felt relieved, grateful the brothers were reasonable.
Of course, they dared not oppose, otherwise, they’d even refuse the protection fee.
However, San Hui soon shared sothing happier,
"After this collection, we won’t charge you anymore. Just give so New Year’s gifts annually."
"No more fees?" Initially delighted, they doubted San Hui was joking.
But then.
A vague voice outside, questioning, "Brother Lin, what are you doing here?"
"Finally." San Hui glanced around at the closed door, "It’s been so long, finally got it back."
He spoke, smiling at the people around,
"Yesterday he said an old man was stubborn, wouldn’t give money no matter what.
Now should’ve got it."
"Shows Brother Lin is efficient..." The businessn’s hearts raced, feeling San Hui’s words were a warning.
If you don’t pay, you won’t avoid a beating.
Brother Bing leisurely drank tea, maintaining a big brother deanor, increasing the businessn’s feeling of his deep authority.
Crunching fists, the underling chuckled, toying with his fists.
At this point.
The door clicked open.
Brother Lin entered fearfully, showing the requisite apprehension before the bosses.
None of the Brother Bing trio found it strange and looked behind Brother Lin.
Zhang Feng entered next, looking at the table’s people, "Sorry to interrupt, who’s Brother Bing, who’s Brother Hui.
I’ve co to return money."
Zhang Feng carried a newly bought stuffed fried pie stand bag, as if loaded with cash.
With his elderly undershirt look, loose skin, rough and honest face.
He looked like a TV character, bullied to the point of helplessness, coming to compensate, seeking forgiveness from the gangsters.
"Give it to ."
Upon realizing it was return money, San Hui motioned Zhang Feng over, enjoying the feeling of others fearing him.
Zhang Feng approached, eyeing the authoritative middle-aged man beside San Hui cautiously, greeted, "Hello, Brother Bing."
"Oh." Brother Bing slightly raised an eye.
But then suddenly.
As Zhang Feng neared them, he suddenly swung the bag filled with bricks at the standing underling.
"You!" As the underling saw a shadow attack, he barely dodged and got hit, breaking his nose, montarily dazed.
As he regained senses seconds later, he saw everyone in the room staring dumbfounded at San Hui.
His neck had been slit, hands losing strength, trying to cover it.
At this mont, Brother Bing wasn’t calm, trembling shakily.
But... where was that middle-aged man just now?
Before the underling could look more, he felt a heavy head and lost consciousness.
"Now, I ask, you answer."
Zhang Feng stood behind the underling, pulling a dagger from his head, eyed the trembling Brother Bing,
"Where’s the nail? Also, who are these people."
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