Qiu Cai, is on par with Meng Buliang from the past.
But for a small fry like Xiang Dong, Qiu Cai is certainly someone to look up to.
This very existence that Xiang Dong looked up to was considered by Xie Bing as no more than a piece of shit.
Xiang Dong lit a cigarette, taking several heavy puffs to suppress his shock. Was the opponent really that formidable?
With a faint hope, Xiang Dong dialed Qiu Cai's number. After informing him of the license plates of the Rolls-Royce and the extended Lincoln, Qiu Cai on the other side of the phone immediately exploded with curse words, "Damn! Are your eyes on your ass? You dared to provoke a West Hall Master and a North Hall Master?"
