The heavy iron door at the deepest part of Zone A-3 was opened by the guards.
A fatty, so overweight he seemed to be oozing grease, huffed and puffed as he walked out.
He held scantily clad women on each arm, their faces showing eager smiles mixed with deep fear, as if they were terrified of the fatty before them. Behind him followed a group of fierce-looking underlings whose eyes glinted menacingly.
"Fatty Gao, let's go. Chief Cao wants to see you," said one of the guards, tightening his grip on his firearm.
"Young man, don't be nervous. I don't kill guards," Fatty Gao said with a cruel smile, pinching the arm of one of the women beside him.
"Cut the crap!" grumbled an older guard with a furrowed brow.
The same scene happened on the other side of Zone A-3.
A man with rolled-up pants, bare-chested, and muscular, his face resolute, was released and escorted by the guards to Cao Dan's office.
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"Haha, how are you two bosses doing inside recently?"
