Temporarily, order had been restored outside the Little Red Building due to the firm expulsion by the security guards.
After arranging the matters below, Big Head Kong returned to Wang Ye's office.
Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he sat on the sofa and sighed, "This incident is... Sigh, I expect that the trouble's not over yet."
Wang Ye asked with amusement, "You, who are famously known as the richest Chinese in Russia, having a hand in both the legal and underworld spheres, why are you so apprehensive?"
Big Head Kong wore a mournful expression and said, "It's different. Compared with these Russians, we, the Chinese involved in the underworld here, seem like children playing house! I do know a few Chinese who are involved in the underworld. They might be able to assist in debt collection and such, and their targets must be Chinese businessmen. But if they're asked to risk their lives, I reckon they'd buy a ticket back to China immediately..."
What he said was true.
