Qiu Tianyi's legs felt somewhat weak as he slowly walked toward the bar and sat down opposite the towering man.
A moment later, a glass of whiskey was placed in front of him, but Qiu Tianyi had completely forgotten what his purpose for coming was.
It wasn't until the other party spoke first, "May I ask what Mr. Qiu's purpose for visiting is?"
Qiu Tianyi, holding his glass, then said, "Well... I wanted to ask..."
However, before Qiu Tianyi could finish speaking, several men in black suddenly entered the living room, their hands covered in fresh blood, and said to the tall man, "Boss Yan, they are all dead."
"If they're dead, then handle it," the man surnamed Yan said. That second, he glanced at Qiu Tianyi and saw his face turn pale and break out in cold sweat.
"Okay," a few men sinisterly walked out, and then, the man continued to look at Qiu Tianyi.
"Mr. Qiu, please continue."
"I...," Qiu Tianyi stammered, barely able to hold his glass steady.
