"Slam," Feng Yueming tossed his gun heavily onto the table, closed his eyes, and said with hatred, "All that was her disguise. If none of those things had happened, if I had not 'died' once, I would have never seen her true face!"
After a few seconds of silence, Zhou Jin said, "Alright, Yue Ming, forget those troubles. Let's go have a drink together."
"Sure."
...
Inside the bar's private room, Zhou Jin asked Feng Yueming, "Do you want to call a few beauties over to sing?"
Cradling a bottle of liquor, Feng Yueming poured it into his mouth and said, "No need, too noisy."
"Okay, let's toast."
Just then, a knock-knock sounded at the door. Vice Officer Li spoke from the outside, "Young Commander, Young Master Zhou, General Yuan is outside. He would like to come in and greet you."
Feng Yueming exchanged a glance with Zhou Jin. This General Yuan was not particularly competent, but being a relative of the current President, he always carried an unwarranted reputation.