The night was deep, and the moonlight spilled down, casting a serene glow over the Purple Gold Garden wealthy neighborhood, rendering the already quiet area even more tranquil.
Looking around, less than half of the villas in the vast neighborhood were lit up, including the one belonging to Qiao Bazhi.
On this special night, Qiao Bazhi did not go to the casino to oversee operations in person, nor did… even Liu Qin go to the CC Club or the other large nightspots for inspection. Instead, they all stayed in the villa, accompanying He Fenghua and waiting for results from Wu He.
"Master Eight, it's almost midnight. Why haven't your men sent back any news? Haven't they succeeded yet?"
In the villa's living room, He Fenghua sat on the sofa, leg crossed over knee, gently swaying the glass of red wine in his hand without any intent to drink. His slightly wrinkled brow as he looked at Qiao Bazhi betrayed a hint of anxiety and a subtle, hard-to-detect worry.
