At the Gambling City Police Headquarters, Chief Max sat on the luxurious office sofa, watching as the assistant secretary placed two cups of coffee on the table, and then twisting her sexy waist, left the room. Reluctantly, he turned his gaze away and settled it on a middle-aged man sitting opposite him. The man was just under fifty, of Eastern descent, with a square face, smiling amicably with a mild smile, his eyes slightly closed as he looked at the coffee, as though he hadn't seen it, sitting upright with a touch of authority.
"Mr. Song, welcome to Gambling City. Is there anything else I can do for you?" Chief Max said with a faint smile, looking like a good-hearted person, yet in his slightly closed eyes there flashed a greedy glow.
"Thank you, I'm here first to meet on behalf of my family, and secondly to discuss further cooperation opportunities with you. My family plans to invest in a hotel here, do you have any interest?" The man said earnestly.
