Old Zhou's words and Wang Zhaodi's account corroborated each other, which gave Yang Fan a roughly clear outline of the entire matter.
No wonder Wang Zhaodi's case was handled so swiftly, he finally understood now.
If Wang Tianbao had connections backing him, how could Diwu Ming, who was even bigger than Wang Tianbao, not have any?
When they started a brawl, naturally, the resolution speed had to be quick.
"Old Zhou, you mean the outcome now is that although Wang Tianbao is severely weakened, he won't be in trouble?" Yang Fan handed Old Zhou a cigarette, looking somewhat annoyed.
Getting involved with this kind of cunning guy, how could he possibly feel good?
Old Zhou took the cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a puff of smoke. Squinting his eyes, he watched two short-skirted beauties pass by them and cracked a smile, "Those legs could entertain for years, so smooth."
