Watching TV, Fu Mingyu unknowingly fell asleep, and when he woke up again, it was already past six o'clock. He got up, washed his face, went to the kitchen to cook some pasta, ate it, grabbed his car keys, and went out.
The car sped off, and after more than half an hour, it stopped in front of the bar from last night.
As soon as he entered the door, Fu Mingyu realized something was wrong.
At the small round tables on both sides of the hall, groups of people sat, all looking cautious, as if waiting for someone. Meanwhile, the bartenders behind the counter glanced at each other, inconspicuously putting the most expensive bottles of alcohol back into the cabinet.
With a casual smile on his lips, Fu Mingyu went up the stairs and, before entering the private room, turned around and saw one of the strong men making a phone call, watching Fu Mingyu's back, keeping track of which private room he entered.
