"Mr. Zhou!"
Young Master Jian, who was lying on the ground with a grimace, had just attempted to get up when he was startled by a uniform shout and lay back down on the floor.
Zhao Bin and the others were equally taken aback.
If it weren't for the real bruises and swelling on their bodies, they would have thought they were in a movie.
Over a hundred men in black suits, blocking the bar from the passage to the safety exit, stood solemnly, all head bowed in the direction where Zhou Wang was standing.
Zhou Wang himself felt a slight thrill of excitement.
No wonder so many people strayed from the path in the old days of Shanghai Beach... The feeling of being a "big boss" is indeed quite something.
