"Xie Long, didn't you say you're well-connected in Beijing? Help me deal with someone."
"Hehe, Brother Yong, there's nothing Xie Long can't handle. Tell me, who do you want to deal with, and how?"
"A young man named Qin Tian. I know where he is now. Can you get some people?"
"Sure, gathering people is a matter of minutes. It all depends on the price you offer, Brother Yong."
"Price is negotiable, but let me first tell you, Qin Tian has practiced martial arts. I took four guys with me to take him down, and it was unsuccessful. Instead, my four brothers got beaten up. Do you understand?"
"Hiss... One against four, that tough?"
In a bar, Wang Yong and a blond-haired young man were drinking and chatting.
