Cheng Ze called for me?
Qin Shi's heart skipped a beat, recalling how the boss of North Gate Street had once asked him whether he was Old Liang's disciple.
"A disciple, not a student. Looks like Cheng Ze knows the old martial rules well."
Thinking this, he headed up to the second floor, the lazy guard down the stairs shifting to let him pass.
He pushed open the door of the private room. Cheng Ze was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in a floral shirt and jeans, the top button undone, holding a square glass of liquor, lips tightly pursed.
Compared to the efficient number one man working for the big boss, his aura was more like that of a boxer from North Gate Street.
Tough and aggressive!
"Shi, come here."
Cheng Ze waved, his attitude friendly.
"The big show has started."
Qin Shi intentionally stayed a step behind, not walking alongside Cheng Ze.
His eyelid twitched, suppressing the risky urge to use introspection to probe the boss's strength.
