"To think even Vice Hall Master Li was no match for him."
His eyes held both admiration and a trace of unconscious jealousy.
He turned his head to look at the noisy crowd in the bar's booths and the flashing, multicolored neon lights.
'Lu Chao... are you really still Lu Chao?'
...
CLICK!
The office door on the bar's second floor closed.
Zhou Qiang, following close behind, had a grin on his face. He couldn't help but go up and drape an arm over Lu Chao's shoulder.
"Damn, that was nicely done!"
His tone was excited, as if he'd finally gotten something off his chest. "That bastard Li Yacheng—I've hated the sight of him for a long time."
"Vice Hall Master, my ass. It's obvious he wanted to fight Brother Hao for his position. And that Young Master is no saint either... If I were strong enough, I'd have dealt with him myself long ago..."
He went on, cursing and ranting until one's head spun.
