Nie Zhao walked out of the restroom, drying his hands as he walked. Four burly bodyguards followed close behind him, their eyes scanning the surroundings like rotating searchlights.
Seeing Yu Zhenghong, Nie Zhao curled his lips into a smile and strode toward him. The richest man in Hong Kong, a young talent who had just forced his own father to retreat, wore his suit with a certain youthful spirit thanks to his lean frame. He possessed an air of natural nobility; as the setting sun fell upon his face, his sharp, well-defined features and full lips bore a striking resemblance to his mother, Han Yuzhu.
Guitou Rong was shouting on the other end of the phone, but Yu Zhenghong decisively hung up.
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