The man in the photo had a rough face, thick lips, small eyes, and a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck, which gave him a fierce and imposing appearance.
Ding Fan recognized the man at a glance; he was the bespectacled middle-aged man Ding Fan had been tracking.
"Who is this person?" Ding Fan asked the white-haired man beside him.
"This person... this person has a very powerful background... It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I really don't dare. If I reveal who this person is, I'm afraid my Aurora Club could be slaughtered to the point of utter chaos..."
The white-haired man's face turned ghostly pale as he looked at the person in the photo, and his voice trembled.
"If you don't tell me, I don't mind killing everyone here right now," Ding Fan said, his tone calm, but his murderous aura surged to the heavens.
