"Definitely." Shang Pinhao looked at Gu Jingchen's departing figure, his face, as if sketched by a fine line, glowing with a resolute light.
Gu Jingchen stretched his long legs and, after walking out of the container, returned to the bar with a few of his brothers. His tall frame lazily reclined on the sofa, and the group of men started chatting here and there without much focus.
"Boss, do you have to be this cool? Even rescuing someone, you had to bring two cans of beer. Not to mention, you insisted on wearing a black jacket—come on, isn't that just too stylish?"
Xie Qiyan's tone carried a hint of regret. With such a big operation today, he hadn't had the chance to show off. Next time, he'd definitely be the one wielding the gun, all right?
"What do you know? He was meeting his future brother-in-law. Do you realize how important that is?"
