"Brother Yong!"
"Brother Yong!"
"..."
As he passed through the hotel corridor, the security guards and waitstaff all stopped and greeted him, instinctively avoiding his gaze.
"Hmm."
Zhang Yong nodded expressionlessly, pushing open the room at the end of the corridor.
As Yu Hua's top enforcer, Zhang Yong wasn't very old, yet he'd been in this line of work for over a decade. The two menacing scars on his face were both bitter experiences and some kind of badge of honor.
The many dark sides he'd been exposed to over the years made him ruthless and unmerciful, executing tasks with precision and earning the big bosses' trust.
"Ah!"
"No…"
The room was well soundproofed.
From outside the door, not a sound could be heard. But upon opening it, screams filled with terror, fear, and a hint of trembling pierced the air.
"Brother Yong!"
"You've arrived."
The men in black suits inside stood up quickly when they saw Zhang Yong enter, halting their card games and drinks.
"Hmm."
