The room returned to peace.
He Xuanping's face was sullen.
The woman in the cheongsam held a spray, tending to his wounded palm, her delicate body trembling occasionally, evidently still frightened by the scene just now.
"Ha..."
With a soft chuckle, He Xuanping spoke slowly:
"Truly heroes rise young, I am truly getting old."
He looked up and said:
"Boss Fang's martial skills are truly deserving of the name, I am impressed. Qi Yuan must be blind to think of provoking you."
Just now, the pistol had fallen on the ground; this thing cannot be allowed to be noticed by the Public Security Bureau, combined with other concerns, he had no choice but to chase people away.
Unlike Fang Zheng.
He Xuanping had been operating in Qu City for decades, his connections spanning both the black and white worlds; even the director of the Public Security Bureau could not easily move him.
With some coercion, Zhou Ping had no choice but to reluctantly leave.
