"Let's get married!" When those words came out of the beautiful CEO's mouth, Li Chen felt dizzy!
"Hey, is that Monkey? Yeah, it's me, Zhao Wenbin, we drank together last time, remember? Forgotten, I guess. Look, I've got a favor to ask of you, I need you to rough someone up a bit, just don't kill him. Uh? Don't worry, don't worry, the guy has no connections, just a colleague from my company. Okay, let's settle on that, and please bring a few more guys when you come, since this fellow can put up a bit of a fight. You'll be treated right, with 3000 bucks for your troubles."
Zhao Wenbin hung up the phone with a malicious glint in his eyes. "Li Chen, you're hopping around too much. If I don't break your limbs, I won't believe this curse," he thought fiercely.
"Ouch, be gentle," Zhao Wenbin cried out softly, looking at the nurse beside him applying medication.
"Don't move around," the nurse instructed.
Meanwhile, a slovenly young man in his twenties on the other line hung up and tossed his pool cue away.
"Guys, follow me for a bit."