In the private room, an old man wearing white Tang-style clothes with a braid tied at the back stood up and embraced the middle-aged man who entered.
The two groups of people stood on opposite sides of the room.
Someone immediately moved a chair for the middle-aged man, who sat down and placed the luggage he was carrying on top of the coffee table.
He clasped his fist towards the old man and said, "Fifth Master Gao, I hope you've been well."
The old man was none other than Gao Wushan, though he was over fifty, only his hair had started to turn grey, and he didn't look old elsewhere.
He clasped his fist in return and said, "Brother Jiang Feng, you must have suffered during your time inside!"
Jiang Feng extended his hand, and someone from behind passed him a cigarette.
After lighting it and taking a puff, he stared at Gao Wushan and demanded, "Fifth Master, the last deal was planned so tightly, who the hell let the news slip?"
