On the steps in front of the Lin Group, a group of underworld scum with dog-like faces were smoking and chatting.
Passersby glanced but these people didn't care at all.
"Brother Fei, no one's working at Lin Group, so why are we still hanging around here?" a young man asked.
The dark-skinned Chen Fei spat, sneering, "They're playing tough with us. I can guarantee as soon as we leave, they'll open up. It's all about who can outlast who now."
"Brother Fei is right, we've got time; let's see who outlasts whom," another young man said, flattering.
Raising a cigarette to his lips, Chen Fei shouted, "Keep your spirits up, apologizing won't cost you anything."
At this moment, a black BMW pulled up by the roadside.
A large man in a suit got out from the front and hurriedly opened the back door, where a young man in a suit stepped out.
The two walked towards Chen Fei.
"Brother Fei, who is this guy? He looks a bit familiar," asked a young man.
