Chapter 317: Brother Shi Long Wu

He pushed open the doors to the private box, one side of which was a large floor-to-ceiling window that offered a clear view of the entire racetrack below, where two men stood before the window, their backs to Suming, looking down at the racecourse.

Upon hearing someone enter, both men turned around simultaneously.

One was Jacky, and upon seeing the other, Nangong couldn't help but exclaim on the side, "Long Wu?"

The man had a slightly elongated, square face with sharp and defined features. Despite the inevitable wrinkles crisscrossing his face due to his age, his posture was ramrod straight. He wore a suit and stood there, not cracking a smile, like a sharp steel knife; also, due to his age, although he had a spirited look, he was very reserved and not overbearing at all.

If Zhao Yun was a middle-aged handsome man who took the refined and cultured route, then the man before them was the tough-guy uncle of the hard-boiled style.