"Lao Kang, just give me a word. Can you get your people to leave my turf?" Brother Li was holding his phone, almost ready to curse.
It's not easy for the two of them to talk once, and they've both sent their subordinates to communicate in advance.
Even though Lao Kang on the other end had already sent people to capture Nightclub Thin, he still stubbornly said, "Don't give me this talk, this isn't a Hong Kong or Taiwanese movie, who stipulated that it's your turf?"
Brother Li himself doesn't do drugs, he let out a breath, trying to lower his voice as he said, "Lao Kang, I'm talking nicely to you. Our mutually agreed-upon territories benefit both of us. You sell yours, I sell mine; we each sell in our own places, it's good for everyone, don't you agree?"
"That's right."
"Then when will your people leave?"
"This matter has nothing to do with me, I've already sent people to find that kid."
