"Xiaomeng won't be in trouble, the only issue is, without the roster, we won't be able to legitimately apprehend all these people," Sun Qian said.
"Yeah, it all depends on Xiaomeng now."
"Let's just be responsible for backing him up."
....
Meanwhile, in a luxurious small room on the third floor of the underground boxing venue.
A woman was performing oral on Gu Jun, on the masked face of Gu Jun.
With every passing second, Gu Jun's soul felt like it was about to take flight.
But at the same time, there was a fierce look in his eyes.
A phone call came in; after cursing at Gu Jun for a few sentences, Gu Jun threw the phone away in annoyance and rage.
"Damn it, Zhang Xiaomeng, it's always Zhang Xiaomeng."
"With so many people, they still couldn't blow him up."
"Fuck, are these people incompetent?"
Gu Jun, who had just been scolded by his own boss, was very irritated.
