The Sanhe Gang's headquarters.
Ever since the Qingyi Gang was annihilated, this place had become the Sanhe Gang's territory.
BANG!
The table trembled.
Zhou Fu's expression was grim as he glared at the gaunt man across from him.
"You son of a bitch, Zhang! Are you blind? How dare you hold up the Zhou Family's goods? Do you really think you're the one in charge here?"
"Zhou Fu," the man named Zhang said, his eyes cold.
"I'm just following the Vice Gang Leader's orders. Besides, haven't the Zhou Family's goods already been sent back?"
"Zhang Cann!" Zhou Fu snarled.
"Don't use the Vice Gang Leader to pressure me. You know damn well the Zhu Family Patriarch is my Zhou Family's son-in-law."
"So of course, Zhu's Cloth Workshop is also considered part of the Zhou Family."
"Heh..." Zhang Cann sneered.
"As I recall, Zhu Ju hasn't married your family's young miss yet, has he? And so what if he did?"
