A young man in an expensive tailored suit stepped out.
It was Wang Xiaoqiang.
He held a glass of red wine, his steps unhurried, a faint trace of arrogance on his face.
Zhang Wei had already settled back into his chair and crossed his legs again, twirling a Golden Pistol between his fingers.
"Your daddy Wei is here!"
Zhang Wei shot Wang Xiaoqiang a sidelong glance. "What? I came to this dump, and you wouldn't even pour me a decent drink. Then someone tried to kill me, so I sent him to the afterlife. Got a problem with that?"
Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at Wang Yue's headless corpse on the floor, the corner of his eye twitching slightly.
But he quickly concealed it, maintaining his facade of gracious composure.
"Of course not."
Wang Xiaoqiang smiled faintly, then turned toward a stiff-looking waitress beside him and snapped at her.
"Are you blind? Get this brother a glass of good wine!"
The waitress walked expressionlessly to the liquor cabinet, poured a glass of the costly Romanée-Conti, and brought it to Zhang Wei.
Zhang Wei picked up the glass and made a show of taking a sip.
Then.
He smashed the wineglass straight onto the floor, scattering glass shards and red wine everywhere.
"Ptooey! This tastes awful!" Zhang Wei looked disgusted. "It's not even half as good as the cola from the convenience store downstairs!"
The smile on Wang Xiaoqiang's face froze instantly.
He had been watching from the shadows and realized that Zhang Wei controlled some powerful supernatural entity. He had intended to placate him first, perhaps even try to befriend him.
But he had never imagined that this brat would turn out to be nothing but a street thug!
Wang Xiaoqiang's mouth twitched violently. Swallowing his anger, he gritted his teeth and