Lasso bar, as usual, is bustling. It is reasonable to say that the business is so hot that the boss' money should be happy. However, on the contrary, the brow of the money has not been loosened these days.

"old Qian, what's the matter? I'll have a bitter gourd face when I come here." Zhang Tianyu leans on the sofa with a smile and looks at the money behind the desk. These days, the guys in the northern suburb prison are training more actively. The strength of the Tianlong Gang is gradually rising. How can Zhang Tianyu be unhappy.

"boss." Money just saw Zhang Tianyu coming, hurriedly got up, made...