In less than fifteen minutes, Xiong Wenwu personally drove over in his Ford sedan.
The place he lived wasn't really far from the Second Hospital either.
However, by the time he arrived, it was already completely dark.
The small prefecture-level city's nightlife lights were illuminated too.
Although the economy wasn't great, the facade projects, also known as the face projects, were something the local folks were still willing to do.
It's like polishing the surface of a horse's dung; you still have to make it look good somehow.
Upon arriving at the parking lot, Xiong Wenwu saw Liu Zhizhong and was really annoyed. He consoled him, "Zhizhong, don't be angry. That little brat Lu Liang is disrespecting you as a senior. His behavior is just lawless! The most infuriating part is that his guys even have guns; it really pisses me off. Tonight, I must teach him a good lesson! You still have a way with things—you have both evidence and brains. Let's see how he can argue with me!"
