After chatting with the bigwigs from the Central Plains Military Region, Pang Feng figured it was about time, and, accompanied by Zheng Xiaoshan, Lyra, and Fan Binbin, he headed to the Red Stick casino on the twelfth floor.
Zhang Qingqing was already sweating with anxiety.
She approached and clung to Pang Feng's arm, saying, "Brother, what took you so long? You're killing us with the wait!"
Pang Feng raised an eyebrow and replied, "Isn't it that the game hasn't started yet? What's the rush?"
Zhang Qingqing said, "It's not me who's rushing; it's that Jiang Tianhai and his gang are too arrogant—it's infuriating!"
Zhang Qingqing and Pang Feng talked as they entered the private room.
The room was crowded, with Jiang Tianhai, Tong Shaojun, Zhao Shaopu, and Xu Zhengyang seated inside, accompanied by five or six good-looking women, evidently their dates. True to top-tier playboys, all the women were easy on the eyes, each more charming than the last.
