The only turf left to their name now was this crappy station, and it still technically belonged to the Lei clan. But they all knew very well: if the other side wanted, they could take it back any time.
From what Lin Chuan had just said, Lei Ming tasted something off. This guy was very likely here to snatch away his last bit of turf. What annoyed him was, these three were all carrying big bags and small bundles, and there was even a woman with them. They didn't look like they belonged to any underground gang at all.
Keeping a certain distance from where Lin Chuan was standing, Lei Ming finally asked cautiously, "Who the hell are you? Why're you asking so much?"
"Relax. I'm not some big shot, and I don't have any mighty backers." Seeing Lei Ming's nerves, Lin Chuan smiled as he spoke.
Lei Ming secretly let out a breath of relief. Hearing Lin Chuan admit out loud he was just an ordinary guy, that shrinking turtle aura he'd lost just now slowly started gathering back.
