Tianhai City, Joy Nightclub.
"Fourth Young Master, come on, have another drink!" Two scantily clad women enthusiastically tried to feed liquor into Liu Qian's mouth.
Ordinarily, Liu Qian would have indulged in the evasive pleasures, feeling up and down as he drank. Yet, now he was utterly disinterested.
One of the women was too insistent, and Liu Qian, aggravated, pushed her away: "Get lost!"
"Ah—" The woman screamed as she fell to the ground, her glass shattering first, and shards of glass deeply cut into her palm, bleeding profusely.
The woman cried terribly; her friends immediately came to console her and told her to go out and rest.
"Fourth Young Master, what's wrong?" one of Liu Qian's bad influences asked curiously, "You seem troubled tonight?"
"It's nothing," Liu Qian gruffly poured himself a glass of XO, "I'm waiting for some news..."
Before he could finish, Liu Qian's phone rang.
He answered it impatiently, excitedly asking, "Is it done?"
