Tang Xuewu nodded and, still leaning on her crutches, followed them out, gently closing the front door behind her.
"Han Bing sent you, didn't she?" Qin Long asked indifferently.
"Cut the crap. You'll find out when we get there," the scar-faced man snorted coldly, falling silent. "As long as you don't try anything funny, your fiancée and her family will be unharmed."
The car sped off, soon arriving at a top-notch entertainment venue.
Ordinary people couldn't get in here. It was a place for major bosses and high-ranking officials, all of whom had to book their services in advance. Han Bing was the big boss of this establishment.
Today, breaking from the norm, no services were being offered. Dressed in a fiery red cheongsam, Han Bing reclined on a soft chair, flanked by her four female bodyguards. Surrounding them were seven or eight tables packed with seventy to eighty burly men.
Leaning on his crutches, Qin Long slowly walked in.
