"Brother Yuan wants to see you, are you at the company?" Yuan Fei asked.
"Which Brother Yuan?" Nan Mufeng feigned ignorance as he walked out of the meeting room, looking down from a height.
The road below was bustling with cars, but that black luxury sedan caught Nan Mufeng's attention.
They actually chased me here, they really have guts!
"My boss, Yuan Rong. He holds the same position in the M organization as Mr. Han," Yuan Fei said.
"Is it? What's that got to do with me?" Nan Mufeng remained indifferent.
Yuan Rong gestured for Yuan Fei to hand him the phone.
Yuan Fei quickly passed the hot potato over.
"Nan Mufeng, this is Yuan Rong." Yuan Rong's voice was cool, fully embodying the stance of a mob boss, "Let's meet."
This was a command, not a request.
Nan Mufeng was not buying it: "No problem, I'm a businessman, you're one of the Jianghu people, we don't interfere with each other."
