At eleven in the evening, a group of people, holding women in their arms, gradually got into their cars and left.
It was rare for Chi Chali not to be drunk; in fact, he was rather sober.
He and Wei Hang walked to the back, sending off the others before returning to the club and booking a small private room.
"That guy still won't talk?"
Compared to a few hours ago, Wei Hang no longer looked composed; there was a hint of frantic desperation in his demeanor.
Chi Chali's face darkened. "I don't know if it's because of Chi He's help, but his wife and child have been moved, leaving him without any concerns. He's tough."
His frustration was evident. "Now, with the whereabouts of the ledger unknown, if Chi He makes a move, we're finished."
The ledger contained more of Chi Chali and Wei Hang's dirty dealings than anyone else's.
