To curry favor with Zhou Quan, Lam Wai Lok and Tai Po Black moved very quickly.
In less than ten minutes, the shark fin rice, fruit, and drinks had all been brought up.
Dongguan Chai bustled about serving the shark fin rice, while Tai Po Black personally served the fruit and drinks.
The Big Rich Nightclub was his turf. How could he let Lam Wai Lok outshine him here?
By the time Zhou Quan and his men had eaten and drunk their fill, Dai Xia, Four-Eyes, and Baldy, the three Wo Sing Wo uncles from North District, had also driven over to the Big Rich Nightclub one after another.
"Sergeant Zhou, Four-Eyes, Baldy, and Dai Xia are here."
Lam Wai Lok, who had gone to the nightclub entrance to greet them, led three middle-aged men with distinctive faces briskly over to Zhou Quan.
One wore glasses, one had a bald head, and one had eyes that bulged like a lobster's.
Their appearances certainly suited their nicknames, except that "Big Prawn" did not sound particularly good, so the last man went by Dai Xia instead.
"Sergeant Zhou, whatever you need, just tell these three!"
Compared with Lam Wai Lok's genteel manner toward others, Tai Po Black's tone toward the three was not particularly polite.
It could even be called somewhat arrogant, but Tai Po Black clearly had the standing to back it up.
Lam Wai Lok's nickname in Wo Sing Wo was Lok Chiu, which spoke to his seniority.
Among the current Leaders of Wo Sing Wo's Nine Halls, Lam Wai Lok actually belonged to the youngest generation.
Tai Po Black, by contrast, belonged to the same generation as Lam Wai Lok's boss.
Four-Eyes, Baldy, and Dai Xia were nominally members of Wo Sing Wo's Uncle Generation, but Tai Po Black