Hearing the hurried footsteps outside the door, Wang Yu's first instinct was that the members of The Inferno Society had been discovered and were now rushing in to attack. However, when the door was pushed open, he realized he had worried too much.
A man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old walked in, wearing the uniform of The Inferno Society. He stood at about 1.7 meters, not very muscular, but most striking was his shoulder-length hair.
This person, named Zhang Wen, was a member of the Tyrant Tiger Hall, in charge of overseeing the underlings at the nightclub. Had it not been for Jiaojiao's notification, he would have still been enjoying himself in a private room with his subordinates.
"Brother Ming, why have you come?"
Upon entering the private room and seeing Wu Tianming about to leave, Zhang Wen hurriedly greeted him, appearing extremely flustered.
"Slap!"
