The Rolls-Royce at the head of the convoy was particularly eye-catching. A young man in a crisp white suit stepped out of the lead car. He wore a warm smile, and his narrow eyes twinkled with shrewdness.
He walked in, accompanied by several people. After glancing at the chaotic battle on the ground floor and sweeping his gaze over Chen Xiao's group, he proceeded to a private box on the second floor.
However, the box was empty. Where had Qiao Yu gone? Hadn't they agreed to meet here?
Qin Cang's eyes narrowed. Honestly, he was starting to get annoyed. Had he been stood up? Still, for the sake of his mission, he endured it.
He beckoned a waiter over and asked coldly, "Where did the guests from this private room go?"
"Just now... the guests from this room had a little disagreement with someone downstairs, so they all went down," the waiter stammered.
"They went down?" Qin Cang's expression changed slightly. "And then?"
