"You want to leave? It's not that easy." Zhao Minghui glanced mockingly at Ye Fan and Ye Juanjuan, then smiled ingratiatingly and went forward. He greeted the group that poured into the private room with great respect.
This group wasn't just anyone; they were local thugs led by Liang Ge, who was notorious in the area.
"Liang Ge, you're here." Zhao Minghui humbled himself, bowing and scraping. Despite being a millionaire, he also had a shady background. He had dealt with people like Liang Ge more than once or twice, hiring him with money to solve unsolvable troubles or to teach someone a lesson.
"President Zhao, just tell me who you want beaten up," Liang Ge said arrogantly.
