In the most luxurious presidential suite of Xiangong Hotel.

Wang Jun sits on a sofa, smoking a cigarette. And in front of him, there stands respectfully Zhang Lin who is bald and a long-haired youth, Sheng.

Wang Jun exhales cigarette smoke and asks lazily, “Tell me, what happened?”

Sheng speaks slowly with an indifferent look in his eyes, “Young Master, based on my investigation, after the bodyguards were beaten up and seriously injured, someone ...