At that moment, he led a group of men and quickly went downstairs.
Zhou Wen stood on the 32nd-floor corridor, listening to the noise and commotion coming from the third unit opposite, his lips curling slightly.
A lackey beside him asked, "Brother Wen, are we heading out too?"
Zhou Wen sneered, "What's the rush? Let Chen Hong go first."
His scholarly appearance carried a hint of malice as he smiled, "Isn't he always the brawler? I want to see who can fight better, him or this Liang Yuan."
The lackey couldn't help but say, "But what if he really gets to Liang's house first? Won't all the food be..."
Zhou Wen chuckled, "Fool, even if Chen Hong kills Liang, how many men will he have left? When I arrive later, do you think he'd dare to turn against me?"
The lackeys, realizing this, began to laugh as well.
"Brother Wen, you're the smartest!"
"So smart, Brother Wen!"
"Hahaha, Chen Hong's a brainless fool. How can he compete with Brother Wen?"
