"Take him away!" The square-faced policeman gestured grandly and left with Qian Xingchang.
It seemed that Qian Haoming still wanted to interfere.
The square-faced policeman had said all that needed to be said. If Qian Haoming still wanted to meddle, it was no longer his concern.
Qian Haoming watched as his dad was taken onto the police car, and as the vehicle vanished from view, his gaze turned dark as murky waters.
...
Emperor Bar.
Qian Xingchang sat on the sofa in the VIP area, flanked by women, laughing and chatting with a few fellow rich second-generations.
He and two women had just engaged in a wild session in one of the bar's private rooms, delighting themselves before coming out to the hall to drink.
"Mr. Qian, was your recent stint inside related to that Shen Dong guy?" one of the rich second-generations asked.
"Yes, it was that bastard's doing!" The smile immediately disappeared from Qian Haoxuan's face as he spoke through gritted teeth.
