The black Bentley stopped in front of a villa.
Song Shijing got out of the car.
Shen Ming came up to him, "Boss, the two of them are tough nuts to crack, they didn't spill anything."
Song Shijing's expression was somber as he pursed his lips and walked toward the villa.
"Do you need to change clothes?" Shen Ming asked.
Song Shijing nodded.
After coming out of the room, Song Shijing had transformed into Ji Chengzhou sitting in a wheelchair.
Shen Ming pushed him to take the elevator down to the underground wine cellar.
The wine cellar was vast, with a rich aroma of wine pervading the air. At a glance, it was all wine racks, each laden with bottles, red wine, white wine, cocktails, whisky... a complete variety, everything one could ask for.
All sorts of treasures that you would find on the market were easily seen here, each bottle costing six figures or more.
