Butong's face was tight, his eyes under sunglasses were sullen, and he said in a cold voice, "lead the way."

the waiter took them to a box, pushed the door in, and there was deafening music. Li Jingchen was surrounded by a group of women, who were drinking the wine they fed him.

Butong's temple jumped twice, and he was forced to bear the stabbing pain in his chest. His breath began unsteadily, "clear the court."

"yes." Several bodyguards quickly came forward, turned off the music and drove all the women away, leaving Li Jingchen alone.

Li Jingchen leaned heavily on the sofa, looked up at Butong and said with...