"Where's Xiong Jun!" one of them shouted at the female technician.
Two female technicians crouched in the corner, too scared to speak, trembling and crying.
Seeing this, the three didn't ask further and immediately began searching the room.
The private room wasn't very big, including the bathroom it totaled about thirty square meters.
One of them pushed open the bathroom door and immediately saw Brother Xiong curled up inside the wooden bath barrel.
"Found him!" The burly man kicked over the bath barrel, and Brother Xiong, like a catfish slapped onto the shore, rolled on the tiles wearing only shorts.
As he tried to get up, someone ruthlessly stomped on the back of his neck.
"Wait! Wait!" Brother Xiong shouted hastily, "Buddy, you need money or work done? If it's money, name your price, I'll give it to you right away, if it's work..."
