In a private room at the Southern Villa.
"Hello? Hello? Hello?"
Hearing the dial tone, Chang Yuanyi reflexively called out a few more times.
Then he sat in a daze and lowered his phone, muttering to himself, "Fuck it, what the hell is going on?"
"Master Chang, what's wrong?" a few friends from Beijing whom Chang Yuanyi was hosting asked, astonished by his odd demeanor.
"It's... it's nothing!" he said, waving his hand dismissively and shaking his head.
But his brows were knitting ever tighter, his expression growing grimmer.
Was Bao Qiudong the kind of person who would accuse someone without cause? Impossible! After all, at their level, nobody would fire an unfounded accusation without reason. But what the hell was happening then? My men went to Li Fuguo's card room and stabbed that old ruffian ten times? That's just bullshit! How could I have such blind and foolish people under me? Besides, if someone was going to stab that bastard Li Guofu, why wouldn't they inform me first?
