In Malang Hotel, behind Qin Yu stood Fang Luo and Jack.
Behind Gaston, stood his two bodyguards.
The atmosphere between the two of them was rather harmonious.
"Godfather, you're young and still promising. The younger generation taking over the older generation. It's time for us older fellows to retire."
According to the rules of the underworld, they first greeted each other.
However, Qin Yu was not a person in the underworld. He raised his cup and said, "Mr. Gaston, if you have anything to say, please say it. I have a lot of things to do and I'm very pressed for time. I don't have the time to waste with you."
Gaston's expression changed. The two bodyguards behind him stepped forward together.
Fang Luo did not say anything. His movements were very light. He placed a pistol on the table.
Jack's movements were very rough. He suddenly pulled out a dagger and stabbed it on the table.
