President Luo, the enigmatic and powerful mafia boss, sat in the exclusive VIP lounge of the race track, his piercing gaze fixed on Qie Xieling, the racer who not only betrayed him but stole from him.
Though his expression remained aloof, the tension in the air was palpable, and his men could sense his anger simmering beneath the surface. As he observed Qie Xieling in the midst of the brawl at the finish line, bravely protecting his manager, President Luo absentmindedly rubbed his upper lip with his forefinger, a subtle gesture that betrayed his growing agitation.
Suddenly, he rose from his seat, a dark aura engulfing him as he nonchalantly buttoned his immaculate suit jacket. Turning to the secretary standing beside him, his tone held a hint of menace as he instructed, "Invite Mr Qie back downtown. If he refuses then use other means to persuade him."
