Puxin District, at Lao Wai's home.
Brother Xiong sat grandly on the leather sofa, two of his henchmen standing by his sides.
He stretched out his legs, his shoes propped on the edge of the coffee table, flicking his cigarette, ash falling directly onto the carpet.
After catching his breath, Lao Wai stood up supporting his waist, the dull pain from hitting his back on the shoe cabinet still spreading. He looked expressionlessly at Brother Xiong: "What do you want."
Brother Xiong blew out a smoke ring, patting the empty space beside him: "Earlier at the restaurant, you said your name was Lao Wai, I didn't get that wrong, right."
Lao Wai was silent and didn't say a word, his eyes fixed firmly on him.
"I have no beef with you." Brother Xiong adjusted his sitting posture, continued nonchalantly, "but your friend Qi Yun, he's a bit ignorant."
"Why don't you give him a call, try persuading him."
Lao Wai squinted his eyes, his Adam's apple moved as he refrained from replying.
