In a dark alley opposite the club.

"boss, hasn't that chick come out yet?" A middle-aged man with a bald head and a ruffian outfit, huddled with a smile, said to the high sea beside him: "don't worry, Fang La has been living in this place for a long time than that of the Public Security Bureau next door. This little thing is not a thing in my eyes! How to say, I'm also the second in command of the water margin gang. You can watch it in the car at ease. This kind of work of throwing your head and showing your face is not what you should be!...