This unlucky guy's consciousness had already grown hazy. He did not even react when Zhang Heng walked up to him, as if he had failed to recognize Zhang Heng at all.
"Were you interrogating him to find the mastermind behind last night's attack?" Zhang Heng asked.
"No." Mr. G's voice came from the second floor. "I know who the mastermind behind him is. I'm merely using him to send a warning."
"A warning?"
"Yes. Don't misunderstand, I'm not some kind of sadist or so-called tyrant. I simply don't want what happened last night to happen again. Anyone who attacks my guests on my turf needs to be prepared to pay the price. I need to make sure everyone remembers that."
Mr. G gestured to the two bodyguards beside him, telling them to drag the two half-dead men outside and dispose of them. Then he came down from the second floor himself, stopped in front of Zhang Heng, and looked up at him.
"When we first met last night, I had a feeling we would meet again. I just didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"I came to ask for your help." Zhang Heng bowed slightly.
"I heard about it from my fiancée," Mr. G said with a smile. "She thinks highly of you."
"Miss F gives me too much credit."
"I don't think so. Leaving everything else aside, last night, before our people arrived, you held off dozens of attackers by yourself, saved the broker, and ensured our deal could continue. That isn't something just anyone can do. No—in all of New Shanghai 0297, as far as I know, there isn't a second person capable of it. Ever since then, I've been thinking about how to thank you."
Zhang Heng knew Mr. G had not finished speaking, so he