As another young man stepped out of the car, Benjamin Turner took a drag on his cigar and spoke.
The man getting out of the car was about thirty years old, wearing a white shirt and dress pants with gold-rimmed glasses, appearing very refined, more like a company's General Manager or boss rather than someone dealing with a gang.
"Hmph." The man snorted coldly, one hand in his pocket, looking at Benjamin Turner, "Master Turner, let's focus on business. Shouldn't we hurry up?"
Of course, he knew that one-hour was quite famous, not only in Central but also in Hong Kong, renowned alongside nightclubs like Lantern Street, so there was no need for the reminder!
"Mr. Johnson, don't be in such a hurry; the first thing in life is to know how to enjoy it. If we were in a rush to discuss business, why would I bring you to such a venue? We could just do it at the hotel..." Benjamin Turner's Mandarin wasn't very smooth, sounding odd, making Nathan Johnson frown.
