After the door opened, two men walked in. They looked like they were over thirty-five. They were dressed in sharp suits, but you could see a tattoo on the neck of one of them.
They're probably those so-called street guys. And from the way they're dressed, it seems they're not from the same gang as our 'boss'.
"Sorry, sorry, there was a traffic jam, we're late, I hope Brother Xiong can excuse us." One of the men rudely pulled over a chair and sat down, as if he didn't see himself as an outsider.
The tattooed man stood beside him holding a briefcase, wearing sunglasses, looking every bit the bodyguard.
"Since you're late, let's skip the pleasantries and get straight to business." Ouyang Xiong looked at them and said calmly.
"I've heard Brother Xiong is a straightforward person, and meeting you today, it seems true. So, I'll just briefly state the cooperation matters." As the man spoke, he instructed the bodyguard behind him to take out a document and place it on the table.
