Operation 372 Decapitation

"If you really didn't have me in your heart♪

You wouldn't have cut your long hair♪

Fluttering like butterflies on your cheeks♪

Are those tears♪"

I just fear the sudden sentimentality of the bar.

Jiang Chen, sitting in the booth, watched the female singer on stage and quietly took a sip of his drink.

The lighting was hazy.

Opposite him sat another man, who, like Jiang Chen, did not leer at the scantily clad, attractive women around them. He remained calm and quiet, silently drinking.

"Young Master Jiang, you're here,"

Just in time.

The song "Straight Flush" had just concluded.

Jiang Chen turned his head, then put down his glass and stood up, smiling, "Brother Liao."

Bai Haoran also stood up, with a face that appeared even more somber in the dim light, showing genuine respect, "Mr. Liao."

Liao Xiangdong, who had once killed a brash Dongying ronin in an underground boxing match, was now appearing amiable, even smiling slightly as he nodded.

"Sit."