Zhang Xiaoshan's Land Rover and Wei Hu's Hongqi car successively stopped at the entrance of the Xijing Land Transport Center.
Although the Blood Flood Dragon Group is a syndicate, we are, after all, in a law-abiding society now. Besides collecting some protection fees, the Blood Flood Dragon Group also operates some businesses, like docks and ports.
"Miracle Doctor Zhang, perhaps you should calm down first. Leave this matter to me. If I step in, not to mention a mere branch Hall Master, even Chen Jiao, the Chairman of the Blood Flood Dragon Group, would have to show me considerable respect."
"I can guarantee the safety of your friend."
Wei Hu was still patiently persuading Zhang Xiaoshan.
But Zhang Xiaoshan remained stern, silent and expressionless.
Clearly, he was infuriated, and there was no room for reconciliation in this matter.
Just then, a Mercedes Benz stopped in front of them.
A middle-aged man, dressed in a white tracksuit, got out of the car.