Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Lord Sang Qin Yongping's lips curved upward into a faint, nonchalant smile. "Heh, fine then. I'll graciously give you the chance to make a phone call and summon your people. But you'd better make it quick!" With those words, he turned around with casual ease and walked at a leisurely pace toward the bar. Reaching the counter, he unhesitatingly picked up a bottle of red wine, twisted off the cap, brought the bottle to his lips, and took a long, hearty gulp. Meanwhile, sweat the size of soybeans rolled down Brother Biao's forehead, and his face was as pale as paper. Fumbling in a panic, he pulled out his mobile phone and quickly dialed Lord Sang's number. The moment the call connected, Brother Biao blurted out anxiously, "Lord Sang, hello! It's me, A-Biao! I've had the worst luck in eight lifetimes today—some punk who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth has come to my company to cause trouble. As you know, my amateur fighting skills are no match for him at all! So I have to trouble Lord Sang to bring some men over and help me out! Once this is done, your subordinate will surely reward you handsomely!"