About fifteen minutes later, the private room echoed with the hearty laughter of the Patriarch of Changsheng Sect.
Dongfang Wuheng picked up two cups of wine from the table, handed one to the Patriarch of Changsheng Sect, and then said, "Mr. Wu, it's a pleasure doing business with you."
The two clinked their glasses and drained them in one go.
"A pleasure indeed!"
Afterward, the two followers of the Changsheng Patriarch, along with the busty and curvy women, returned to the private room.
The Changsheng Patriarch was in high spirits, his gaze lingering fiercely on a flamboyantly dressed woman before crooking his finger at her.
With a smile plastered on her face, the woman's eyes, however, flickered with a trace of disgust.
In her eyes, being hit on by a man over fifty was a matter of great embarrassment.
If the woman knew that this old man was the Sect Leader of the Changsheng Sect, she would probably be fawning over him in various ways.
