"Went to the bathroom, be right back. Chen, let's have a couple of drinks first."
Not long after, three people entered through the back door of the warehouse. Two were Jiang Hao's men, and the other was a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp suit. However, the suit was creased all over, his hair was a mess, and his face was bruised and swollen, looking quite distressed.
The man was brought forward, and upon seeing Ling Chen drinking at the table, his complexion turned pale instantly, and he started trembling.
Ling Chen stood up, holding a bottle of beer, and walked straight to the middle-aged man, saying, "Mr. Han, we meet again. I heard you changed your residence, you really made me look for you."
Han Mingchao opened his mouth, carefully plastering a smile and said, "Ling... Mr. Ling, what are you doing? Can't we talk properly? Why bring me to such a place? Besides, wasn't the matter last time resolved already."
