Zhou Dalong hurriedly said, "Wen Ge, I'm sorry, I didn't want it to be like this, but I really need your help. Some kid beat me up at the airport."
Song Chengwen really wanted to curse, but thinking about the group headed by Zhou Dalong who hustled for passengers at the airport, bringing 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 the kid and have him arrested. I want to 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 Song Chengwen had ways, as he had handled similar situations before.
Song Chengwen wanted to curse again, but reconsidering, he took another deep breath and pushed down his ire, "Fine, send me the person's information!"
