Just twenty minutes after Xiao Feng left, a black Mercedes stopped in front of the bar. An elderly man who appeared to be around fifty got out of the car, limping as he walked into the bar, his expression shrouded in a constant gloom.
This man was none other than the father of Zhou Laohu and the captain of the Jiangcheng security team, Zhou Jinxian.
Upon first hearing of his son's troubles, Zhou Jinxian felt a jolt in his heart. He knew about the operation Xiao Feng and the others were carrying out tonight, yet his son happened to get beaten at a place under the Shen Group's name at this exact time. It's hard not to connect these two incidents in one's mind.
At this moment, Zhou Laohu only hoped that the ones who beat his son were not from Xiao Feng's group. Otherwise, his son would have been beaten for nothing, and even his own peaceful retirement could be in jeopardy.
