"Director Zhou, I'd hoped to get to know you better, but I never expected you to leave so soon. What a shame. I'll finish this drink first, as an early farewell toast to you."
Zhuang Rongliang walked over and grandly drained his glass, even showing Director Zhou the empty bottom.
Zhou Yi couldn't be bothered to argue with him. He picked up his glass and took a sip.
Zhuang Rongliang immediately took offense and protested loudly, "Director Zhou, that's hardly proper, is it? I'm offering you a sincere toast. You should at least finish your drink!"
Zhou Yi gave him a cold look, thinking that if a beautiful woman had offered the toast, he would have downed it. It wasn't as though he lacked the capacity.
But you, Xie Chenglin's lackey? Get as far away from me as you possibly can.
"Exactly, Director Zhou. How are the rest of us waiting in line supposed to toast you..."
Zhu Han, the owner of Bright Lake Mountain Manor, joined in from the side. Before he could finish, however, a piercing gaze shot toward him. His heart trembled, and he swallowed the rest of his words.
He Junkang, Luo Xinxiao, and Yang Anli were about to smooth things over, but under Director Zhou's icy gaze, they all abandoned the idea and kept their mouths shut.
At that moment, they suddenly realized something: he had said he was leaving, but he hadn't left yet!
At least for now, he was still the director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, not someone a handful of business owners could casually offend.
Hmph, we're not afraid of you. There's just no point in offending you!
Zhuang Rongliang felt a little uneasy too, but remembering his powerful backer, and that the other man was on his last legs,