Eight o'clock in the evening.
Lu Tianming entered a secretive club under the protection of his bodyguards.
Along the way, he was vigilant, observing his surroundings, fearing even the slightest rustle.
When he reached the deepest VIP room, he had his bodyguards stand guard at the door, then gleefully pushed open the heavy door before him.
The lighting inside the room was dim, but he could still make out Zuo Xingyun sitting in the central position at a glance.
He reflexively turned to run, only to realize that his bodyguards had been subdued, and Zuo Xingyun's men had cut off his escape.
His face turned ashen as Achen kicked him squarely, brutally sending him flying into the room.
Lu Tianming fell face-first into the mud, and before he could get up, Achen stepped on his back, pressing him down fiercely, rendering him unable to move.
He could never have imagined that Zuo Xingyun, in order to catch him, would lure him out in the name of Xun Lu.
