Zhang Qiuya was at a loss for words, hanging his head low, "You also know I'm a businessman."
"Heh heh."
Qian Shaohang let out a cold laugh twice, didn't speak, but his expression grew darker.
Seeing Qian Shaohang like this, Zhang Qiuya knew Qian Shaohang didn't want to talk to him, so he heaved a sigh and walked to the side.
But just as Hao Jian and the others were drinking and chatting, more than a dozen burly men walked in through the doorway, all uniformly dressed in black. Leading them was an especially tall and robust man with a height of one meter ninety-five, sporting a long centipede scar on his face, extremely intimidating.
The sight of these men made Zhang Qiuya jump, while the bar owner hurriedly went up to greet them.
"Brother Huoniu, what brings you here?" the bar owner said fawningly.
Brother Huoniu snorted, "I'm here for a drink, what, not welcome?"
