With a click, the stainless-steel lighter made a crisp sound as Zhou Qianghan put the cigarette in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep drag, letting the smoke rush into his lungs. Then he opened his mouth and puffed out a smoke ring.
"Alright, let's go inside and talk."
After taking a deep breath, Zhou Qianghan began to walk into the large house.
Hao Shuai said nothing, but his eyes revealed a sinister aura. Recently, Chen Tianlong had been too arrogant, and he almost fell into his trap before. It was time to let things cool down a bit.
It wasn't long before the two of them were sitting on the couch in the house, with two other people already seated at the other end of the couch. One was Xu Wei, and the other was Zhang Hujun, who had some injuries on his foot.
"Hujun, what's going on? Tell us the details." Hao Shuai took a puff of his cigarette and then looked up to ask.
"Ah, Young Master Hao, I've embarrassed you all. I actually..."
