Looking for me? Zhang Fan was somewhat puzzled; these people, who appeared to be around thirty years old, were dressed in suits and hardly like any ordinary street punks. Moreover, Zhang Fan could sense that these men were definitely trained, and they were of professional hitman caliber.
Liu Fei? He didn't have the guts. He had already been scared out of his wits back at the phone store.
Qiu Shaoqian? Unlikely, given his character, he'd surely want me to speak well of him in front of Uncle Ye; otherwise, he wouldn't have given me ten million yuan.
Then who could it be?
Suddenly, a gleam flashed in Zhang Fan's eyes.
If someone dared to make such a big move, picking this time of night—although it was only a little past eight and the local villagers hadn't turned off their lights to go to bed yet—it was clear that they were not afraid of escalating the situation.
The only ones with such boldness were from the Starlight Hotel, nobody else.
