Song Guanchao instantly tensed up, his face displaying an expression of anger and fear.
The man in the suit looked calm and composed, his cold eyes locked onto Song Guanchao.
His hand holding the gun was steady, ready to shoot if Song Guanchao made any sudden moves.
"Ashan, what's going on?"
Luo Sanming chided discontentedly: "District Chief Song is my friend, how can you point a gun at him? Put the gun away."
Ashan said nothing and lowered the handgun.
Luo Sanming smiled, "District Chief Song, please get in the car."
Song Guanchao's eyes blazed with anger: "Mr. Luo, our transaction is complete! Your grudge with He Sen has nothing to do with me, and I don't want to be involved."
"Don't misunderstand, District Chief Song, it's just an invitation for tea."
Luo Sanming mentioned tea, but if Song Guanchao dared refuse, Ashan would pull the trigger.
Song Guanchao didn't respond immediately, he seemed to be wrestling with indecision.
