"I am Bai Shaochen's man!"
Chen Fusheng shouted loudly, believing that as long as he mentioned Bai Shaochen, even Qi Xianmin would not dare to touch him.
After all, when Chen Fusheng had troubled the Dynasty Club previously, so many elites had come to intervene. Just by mentioning Bai Shaochen, they all shut up and backed off.
In Chen Fusheng's view, even though Qi Xianmin was the head of Shanghai, he would still have to show some respect to Bai Shaochen.
However, contrary to Chen Fusheng's expectations, although he had brought up Bai Shaochen as his amulet, Qi Xianmin showed no apprehension whatsoever; instead, he snorted coldly, "Bai Shaochen?"
"What Bai Shaochen? Who is he? Is he an official?"
Chen Fusheng was momentarily stunned, then subconsciously shook his head.
