"Hey, is that Monkey? Yeah, it's me, Zhao Wenbin, we drank together last time, remember? Forgotten, I guess. Look, I've got a favor to ask of you, I need you to rough someone up a bit, just don't kill him. Uh? Don't worry, don't worry, the guy has no connections, just a colleague from my company. Okay, let's settle on that, and please bring a few more guys when you come, since this fellow can put up a bit of a fight. You'll be treated right, with 3000 bucks for your troubles."
Zhao Wenbin hung up the phone with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Li Chen, you're hopping around too much. If I don't break your limbs, I won't believe this curse," he thought fiercely.
"Ouch, be gentle," Zhao Wenbin cried out softly, looking at the nurse beside him applying medication.
"Don't move around," the nurse instructed.
Meanwhile, a slovenly young man in his twenties on the other line hung up and tossed his pool cue away.
"Guys, follow me for a bit."
