"What he wants is beer. Have you prepared it?" Wang Zhitao quietly asked the man across from the room's entrance.
No worries, master, I can guarantee you that it looks completely similar to a factory produced product!" assured the man.
"Alright, Ah Biao, you go and arrange to have a waiter to deliver it in a while. Make sure he doesn't mix it up." Wang Zhitao nodded his head and asked, "Oh yeah, how well have you arranged the things that come after that?"
"I already have my brothers downstairs finding our target!" said Zhang Biao.
"Hehe, Yang Ming, this time around I shall really screw you up!" Wang Zhitao sneered. "Okay, you go down first. I will go back since it's been a while or else this brat would think that I am making him pay the bill!"
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