Zhou Dalong quickly said, "Wenge, I'm sorry, I really didn't want it to come to this, but I really need your help with something. Some kid at the airport beat me up."
Song Chengwen really wanted to curse, but when he thought about the group led by Zhou Dalong soliciting customers at the airport, which brought him at least seven hundred thousand a month, he suppressed his anger.
He took a deep breath before asking, "What do you want to do?"
Zhou Dalong had already thought it through, "I want you to issue a warrant for that kid, catch him, and teach him a harsh lesson!"
Song Chengwen was speechless, "Zhou Dalong, you need to understand that I'm just the general manager of Haicheng Airport, how can I issue a warrant for someone?"
Zhou Dalong didn't say anything; he knew that Song Chengwen had ways, as he had dealt with similar matters before.
