Shanghai, Changhai Road, the street in front of Wangjiang Pavilion.
A stylish young woman paused to glance at the middle-aged man catching up behind her, then stepped towards Wangjiang Pavilion, the sound of her red high heels clicking crisply on the ground.
She brushed through her wavy hair, her gaze sweeping across the entrance of Wangjiang Pavilion, where a few security guards stood sloppily against the wall, their white shirts marked with chaotic footprints, looking somewhat embarrassed.
The guards didn't show much reaction to the woman's arrival, seemingly not recognizing her.
Xiong Ge, with a cigarette in his mouth, just about to light it, only glanced a few times at the beautiful woman who got out of the Ferrari, without much care.
In a place like Shanghai, luxury cars and beautiful women are in no short supply. Although the woman exuded a powerful aura, someone of Xiong Ge's status had seen all kinds of women.
