"When I tell you to retreat, you retreat. Ganglong District is still in the development phase; once a fight breaks out, even I won't be able to control it," Qin Xiweng snorted.
"Alright! I'll give the order for them to retreat right away," Zhou Zhihui said as he went off to issue the command for a withdrawal.
"Hold on," Qin Xiweng called out.
"What's up, Mr. Qin?"
"Get the brothers to grab their weapons and head to Times Square. It's time to meet the Wealth Island folks," Qin Xiweng stood up and said with an air of dominance.
"Ah! We're really going to meet Wealth Island? Mr. Qin, are you sure about this?" Zhou Zhihui asked worriedly, fearing that they might lose to Wealth Island, which would mean the end of his leadership in the Deep Well Gang.
"Hmph! You're letting something as small as Wealth Island shake you up? Go arrange the people now!" Qin Xiweng retorted coldly.
