"Okay, Jones, Carmela, Jennifer..."
Zhong Shenxiu clapped his hands, calling his three siblings together, "Something has come up, and I need you all to come with me. We're temporarily leaving this place..."
He certainly hadn't forgotten whose contraband liquor had been stolen last night.
Old Sea Dog!
In Li Wei's memory, that was a stern-looking Caucasian old man who was said to have been a sailor in his youth. Later, he came to Byron City alone and opened an underground bar. He had a volatile temper and was ruthless.
Most importantly, at this time, most of the black market bar owners had some association with gangs.
Last night, a significant batch of his goods was taken, resulting in heavy losses. Today, if Li Wei were to swagger back, it might lead to some undesirable speculation.
Even mere misplaced anger could easily bring catastrophe upon this family!
