About ten o'clock at night.
Lu Feng called again.
On the other end of the phone, the noise was loud, with music and cursing.
Lu Feng's voice cut through the noise, reaching Song Guanchao's ear: "Class rep, we've got the guy, but I can't get out right now."
"Surrounded?"
"Yeah, this guy's a bar manager, pretty arrogant. I couldn't hold back and gave him a good beating."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, just didn't bring enough people. They've got a lot, so I can't get out for a while."
"Just keep things under control, don't escalate the situation. I'll be there soon."
Song Guanchao got up and left. On his way to the bar, he called Ma Guowei, asking him to inform the nearby police station on Bar Street to send people over to maintain order.
Regardless, tonight he must find out from this bar manager's mouth who has been secretly filming.
