Meanwhile, in a dark corner not far from the private club, a black Mercedes-Benz van was parked.
Zhao Lin sat in the passenger seat, his face sullen to the extreme, his eyes coldly gazing at the brilliantly lit private club nearby. A bone-chilling intent to kill leaked from his heart, impossible to conceal.
Humiliation!
Absolute humiliation!
He, the young master of the Zhao Family, had been severely humiliated by a woman in front of Xiangjiang's high society, even kicked fiercely in his groin, and dragged out of the private club like a dead dog, making him a complete joke in Xiangjiang.
This scene made him feel trampled upon. If he did not take revenge this time, he would indeed become Xiangjiang's laughingstock.
