Zhang Yulin was stunned in place, and his mistress behind him was also a little surprised.
She said softly, "Brother Zhang, I'll go out first."
She walked out of the private room, gently closed the door behind her.
Zhang Yulin stood where he was, looking a bit embarrassed.
In terms of rank, he and Zhang Xiaoxian were at the same level, both at the Standard Level.
But he was well aware that being at the same level didn't mean the same thing.
Zhang Xiaoxian had been operating in Lingjiang for twenty to thirty years, and the network he had accumulated was not something even Jiang Yuan, a local faction, could undoubtedly surpass.
He simply wasn't interested in climbing higher, not that he couldn't.
To be blunt, with Zhang Xiaoxian's status, if he stomped his foot, the whole of Lingjiang would tremble three times.
Click!
Zhang Xiaoxian lit a cigarette, grabbed the documents on the table, and threw them over.
