Outside the gates of the Fortune Bar, Liu Yang, dressed in casual Nike attire with a protruding belly, his hair slicked back with pomace, and a string of agarwood prayer beads rolling in his hand, looked the spitting image of a successful businessman as he waved at Zhong Qing.
Though not brothers by blood, the two were closer than brothers.
Meeting up naturally called for a big, hearty embrace.
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