Retrieving Net!

"Uncle Zhang, can I trust you…"

Sitting in a wheelchair.

In front of his leg was a thin blanket. When he touched the wound, Chang Zhuxuan did not hide the intense pain caused by the injury.

Currently, Zhang Hanfu, the most senior leader of the Malang Trading Group, pushed Chang Zhuxuan into the underground parking lot.

Not far away.

A black car was waiting for the end. There were five Mercedes-Benz S-Class cars in the front and back. They were very heavy, and each car exuded a unique sense of heaviness.

Chang Zhuxuan withdrew his grimace and asked suddenly as he looked at the convoy behind his gold-rimmed glasses.

"Time flies.

"Over thirty years ago, Yuqing and I were both young boys in our twenties. The two of us gave each other our backs, and we fought our way out.

Zhang Hanfu fell silent. He slowed down the wheelchair and did not respond directly. Instead, he started reminiscing.