“Pah!” David the Friend spat his toothpick onto the ground, saying with clear annoyance, “The Crown Prince is a busy man, how do you have time to chat with a street punk like me?”

“I heard Brother Bin’s been pretty fierce lately, even dared to mess with the cops yesterday. I’m nothing compared to that!” David the Friend really hit the nail on the head with this, but Robert Bolton always kept a friendly face, even when he was about to be set up as a scapegoat. He immediately pulled out a chair for himself and sat down: “Brother David, you’re joking. Didn’t I come here today just to have tea with you?”

“Let’s use tea instead of wine, as an apology.” Robert Bolton took a sip of tea, grinning from ear to ear, almost as if he was offering his face for David the Friend to slap. In reality, David the Friend was just annoyed that Robert Bolton wasn’t coming to him for supplies, worried he’d go to other syndicate bosses instead. Seeing how easygoing Robert Bolton was, he dropped the subject and tossed a menu in front of Robert Bolton: “Brother Ben, is there anything you don’t want for lunch?”

Chapter 014: No Undercover Cops, Let’s Start the Deal

“Skip the fish and lamb, let’s keep it light.”

“Oh yeah?” David the Friend flicked the menu to the waiter and shouted, “No lamb or fish from the menu, bring everything else!”

“Got it, Brother David.” The staff loved doing business with big bosses from the underworld.

Right away, the boss “Brother Jack” answered loudly.

The waiters “Turkey,” “Chicken,” and “Roast Chicken” all came over to serve the bosses. Among them, Turkey looked at the two bosses with envy, longing for the day he could negotiate like them.

“No wonder you’re Brother David!”

“So bold, so powerful.” Robert Bolton gave David the Friend a thumbs up.

David the Friend hummed proudly.

Those in the flour business always lived with their heads on the line, so when they made big money, they spent big too—generous and bold. That’s why, even if they didn’t have many underlings, each one was rich and willing to risk it all.

Robert Bolton diligently got up to pour David the Friend another cup of tea and said, “Brother David, is the heroin business really that profitable?”

“It’s so-so.”

“Each shipment is just a few tens of millions.” The tea trickled down as David the Friend looked completely at ease.

Big Howard sat at another table with his men. Even though he thought Brother Ben didn’t need to treat David the Friend like this, underlings should know their place when the bosses are talking business.

After pouring the tea, Robert Bolton put on a look of envy, then quickly asked, “So how risky is it?”

“Can you handle it?”

David the Friend looked at him in surprise: “In this line of work, life and death are up to fate, fortune is in the heavens. Brother Ben, surely you know that?”

“Heh heh.”

Robert Bolton pretended to be a brainless thug: “All I know is fighting and killing.”

“Seriously?” David the Friend didn’t buy it for a second.

“And you should know, yesterday the cops raided my place. Luckily, there was nothing there, or I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” Robert Bolton continued, “The drug business is so profitable, I’m really tempted… I just don’t know if Brother David has any tricks to deal with the police.”

Robert Bolton was putting on his best performance.

A top secretary in the office.

How could he not have some acting skills?

But David the Friend thought to himself, “If I had a way to deal with the cops, I’d be a crippled kingpin by now.”

“Why would I still be working for the Yi Hai Society?”

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

“Damn!”

“I was wondering why the Crown Prince never came to me for drugs after taking over Yau Ma Tei. At first, I thought he had some other source and was buying from someone else.”

“Turns out he’s just a coward!”

“What a loser!” The thought flashed through David the Friend’s mind.

He carefully observed Robert Bolton’s expression, and seeing the greed and fear in his eyes, an even bolder idea began to form.

“If I could take over the Yau Ma Tei turf and run it myself… wouldn’t that be even more profitable!”

Normally, a boss would always handle distribution in his own territory and never let outsiders in—whether it’s drugs, gambling, or any business.

But drug supply required special channels, and ordinary bosses couldn’t get them on their own, so they’d let other bosses from the same syndicate have a share.

Of course, there’s always a cut between buying and selling, and the territory boss would definitely make a profit. If you could handle both ends yourself, the profit from the same batch would be much higher.

David the Friend’s old man was a Yi Hai Society enforcer, with two streets in Mong Kok under his control. He used to handle distribution himself and could easily send his men to sell in Yau Ma Tei.

Although most heroin bosses rarely handled distribution themselves, David the Friend was a greedy guy.

Robert Bolton didn’t know what David the Friend was thinking, but he could tell a sucker was about to take the bait.

He quickly put on a hopeful smile.

But David the Friend said, “I can’t deal with the cops either, but if you’re scared, just hand over the distribution rights in Yau Ma Tei to me, and I’ll handle it for you.”

“I can give you a fixed sum every month, how about that?”

David the Friend tested the waters.

“One month.”

“One million.”

Not a small amount,

But it sounded like he was trying to fool a sucker.

Robert Bolton immediately frowned: “One million is too little.”

He would never take dirty money.

Money from drug sales,

Is a crime against heaven and earth.