After hanging up the phone, Wen Wen felt a bit expectant.
"Going out to change my mood wouldn't be bad, it was in front of those guys that I entered that state last time, maybe I could find a breakthrough with them again this time."
So, he took a cab to the red-light district, only to find that the place had been sealed off.
The ones blockading the area weren't the officials but a gang of men in white short-sleeves, standing in two rows and leaving a path open in the middle.
What the hell was this déjà vu of old gangster movies, Wen Wen's eyebrows raised, surely this couldn't be targeting him.
If that were the case... it would be too embarrassing.
He got out of the car, about to walk into the red-light district when he saw a greasy, balding man under five feet tall yet with a waistline about the same size, sprinting over like a rolling ball.
Those with poor eyesight wouldn't be able to tell whether he was running or rolling over.