"Okay, then, I don't know if there's anything else I can do for you, Mr. Zhu? If you need anything, just let me know."
Hu Cang approached Shui Xiong, grabbed hold of his body, but his gaze flitted toward Bai Pojun, who still lay incapacitated on the ground, and he asked quietly.
"Ha ha, Deacon Hu, thank you, but I can handle the rest myself. I won't trouble you."
Zhu Fei smiled, shaking his head at Hu Cang, deciding not to involve him in the affairs of the Northeast Gang.
After all, Guo Qian's power lies in Macau, not the mainland. Zhu Fei did not want to cause any trouble for Guo Qian's influence on the mainland because of his own affairs.
Seeing Zhu Fei's intention, Hu Cang appeared to want to say more, but before he could open his mouth, Zhu Fei had already said again,
"All right, Deacon Hu, you go ahead and take this man away. I have more business to attend to and won't see you out."
