"Brother Tao, that kid really barged in and beat Mad Horse and the others half to death."
At the moment, deep in the Wanzi Qianfang nightclub, the general manager's office.
A stout man with a bald head and a mustache was sitting carelessly in the boss's chair, the collar of his black suit open.
Below him knelt a disheveled-haired woman, crying while attending to the man.
"Alright, call over Old Three and the others, get the tools ready."
Seeing a subordinate rush in, looking quite uneasy.
The bald man with a mustache kicked the woman, making her scream, and she rolled under the desk.
He pulled up his pants and tilted his head at the woman.
"Her husband already sold her. She's staying here to serve drinks to pay off gambling debts. If she dares to run, break her legs first."
"Yes, yes..."
The subordinate smiled slyly, licking his lips.
His gaze lingered on the scanty nightdress of the woman.
