Quickly.
Chu Wang arrived at the photography studio with his men.
Looking at the few 'luxury cars' parked at the entrance, their plates weren't anything special, just ordinary numbers. However, as Shanghai is the financial center of Huaxia, teeming with hidden dragons and crouching tigers, it's impossible to decipher anything merely based on license plates.
With suspicious feelings.
Chu Wang entered with his men.
As soon as he walked in, he saw eight of his men squatting weakly in the corner. There were no physical injuries or stains on them, but Chu Wang sneered, "What a disorganized mob." He planned to teach them a lesson when they got back.
Ten million dollars.
Just thinking about it made his liver tremble.
Although his net worth was several hundred million RMB, it was impossible to get this kind of cash at will. Lucky for him, he didn't really owe anyone ten million dollars, or else, he wouldn't have come at all.
Seeing Chu Wang and his men walk in.
