Ji Xiong and Wu Qiuyue were already seated, and there was another man in the private room. The man looked to be in his forties, completely bald, and sported a large gold necklace around his neck and protective sleeves on his arms. Zhao Dong could tell at a glance that this man had been mixed up in the underworld. He exuded a certain fierceness, and Zhao Dong suspected his arms were covered in tattoos beneath those sleeves.
However, despite his formidable presence, the middle-aged man also emitted a sense of tranquility.
This is strange, Zhao Dong thought. The only possibility is that he's washed his hands of his old life and is now a sincere and decent person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have such a serene aura.
Seeing Zhao Dong and Ji Xueyao enter, Ji Xiong quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Xiao Dong, come and sit. Let me introduce you. This is the owner of this place, Shi Huqing. He's also a good friend of mine. We've known each other for many years."
