Who else?
Of course, no one dared to reply.
Liu Zijian watched the figure, his eyes burning with admiration, not envy. Because that was the best brother he'd ever had!
CLAP, CLAP, CLAP!
Just then, a burst of applause erupted.
"Spectacular, truly spectacular!"
From the club's main entrance, three people walked out slowly. The man in the lead was the one clapping. He was dressed in a suit and an overcoat, with a cigar in his mouth. Looking to be about thirty years old, he exuded a powerful presence.
"Young Master Fang!"
When this person appeared, the club's bouncers were slightly startled and hurriedly greeted him respectfully.
"You know the rules," Young Master Fang said, a faint smile on his face, though his eyes flickered with indifference. "Go accept your punishment."
The others' faces changed, because they knew the club's rules: failure in their duties meant severing a finger.
"Young Master Fang, we..."
