Su Guohua downed a shot and tossed the bottle to the side, "Now she's the Zhuo Family's mistress, you think you can just find her if you wish?"
Just as he finished speaking, the door banged open, and three men dressed in black walked in.
Seeing their imposing manner, Su Chengxuan, who knew he had not run up any gambling debts recently, shrank away, "Big brother, is there... something you need?"
Ah Hu glanced at Su Guohua, moved two of his fingers, and his men immediately dragged Su Guohua away.
"Hey... who are you guys?"
Ah Hu sent over a freezing glare, making Su Chengxuan immediately wilt, not daring to breathe too hard.
"Take him away!"
Ah Hu didn't like to waste words on trifles. This Su Guohua, who had crippled one of his legs five years ago, has been let off the hook too easily.
Su Guohua, rendered somewhat incoherent due to the alcohol, allowed himself to be dragged away without a fight.
The next morning, the effects of Su Guohua's drinking completely faded away.
