It was nearly dark. In the Managing Director's office, the leader of the Big Circle Boys, Yang Dawei, was sitting in the manager's chair with a pistol swinging casually from hand to hand. Yang Dawei smiled at the Managing Director, who had sweat beading on his forehead and was kneeling before him. "Mr. Managing Director, don't be scared. We won't hurt you; but, we need your help with a few things today."
The Managing Director stiffened his neck and he squeaked. "Tell me what you need! I'll help you! Most certainly!"
"Good! First, I need you to have your employees give free food to the university students staying in Mingyue Court."
"Huh?" The Managing Director was perplexed, these criminals didn't appear very kind hearted. But, Yang Dawei's next sentence instantly cleared his doubts.
