The car door swung open, and a man in his forties with a slicked-back hairdo hopped out, draping an arm around a foreign girl who had just stepped down from the Mercedes behind him, a pipe clamped between his teeth, evoking the presence of Boss Hei as he squinted disdainfully at Wui Qian and jeered, "Well, well, isn't this Mr. Wui? You actually dare to come to the boat race? Don't bother with the fuss, you might as well just hand over all of this year's business to me!"
"Hey, you old coot, hurry up and apologize!" Chu Nan felt his mood sour immediately upon seeing such an idiot; why did he encounter such people everywhere? Could they not just disappear?
