Zhang Yang glanced at the police officers furtively peeking over from afar and beckoned to them.
Several local police officers hurried over in trepidation, looking as though they were awaiting instruction.
A moment later, they understood and hurriedly dragged away the bodies on the ground and cleaned up the scene. Before long, everything had vanished without a trace, as if nothing had happened.
Wang Furong and the others watched as Zhang Yang ordered around the local military police as though they were his own servants. They could not help holding their breath, their hearts pounding faster.
Just who was this... Brother Zhang?
This was not something that could be achieved with merely having connections...
It was simply... simply shocking.
A short while later, Wang Furong and the Zhou siblings, Zhou Tong and Zhou Keying, stood before Zhang Yang, thanking him profusely.
Zhou Tong in particular treated Zhang Yang as though he were his own parent.
"President Zhang, please, you must come sit at our hotel and give us a chance to show our gratitude." Zhou Tong pleaded again and again. "If it weren't for you, I definitely would have died here today... I heard that man say with my own ears that once he got the money, he planned to kill me."
"We're all fellow countrymen away from home. There's no need to be so polite." Zhang Yang smiled. "Maybe next time."
"You have to." At the side, Zhou Keying suddenly reached out and lightly grabbed Zhang Yang's arm, her eyes full of pleading. "Please come sit for a while. Let us show our sincerity, or we'll feel terribly bad about it."
Zhang Yang casually sized up the curvaceous, exceptionally charming young married woman and nodded.
Fine, then.
In this foreign land, going over to sit for a while could