As someone from overseas, Su Han naturally maintained caution and wouldn't trust easily, especially when it came to such sudden matters.
He wasn't foolish and wouldn't easily believe in others' lies. There is no profit made without effort, so why would they expend substantial manpower and resources for something that offered no benefits? Were those bastards saints?
Su Han certainly didn't believe that.
At this moment, night had completely fallen.
In an entertainment club in the Provincial City of Haidong Province.
Qiu Feng sat there with two men with cold expressions standing behind him. Across from them were the uncle and nephew duo, Wan Sanqian and Wan Jiarong, and on another side sat the director Yue Zhihong.
