"Brother Zhou, please come in."
The master of the Tiger Saber Gang, Zhang Mingze, invited a man in his early thirties, wearing a black windbreaker, into a private room.
"Master, you are too kind, please."
The man entered the private room with Zhang Mingze.
The room had a sofa, a coffee table, and tea sets, and it was decorated with fruits and exquisite desserts.
"Gentlemen, do you require any services?"
A woman dressed in a cheongsam with a graceful figure approached them, bent her knees slightly, and asked in a respectful manner.
"No need, you may leave; do not let anyone come in and disturb us."
The man in the windbreaker waved his hand.
His name was Zhou Yuan, secretary to Deputy Supervisory Director Wu Yihua at the Inspection Bureau, and also his trusted nephew. He was here tonight representing Wu Yihua.
After the woman left the private room and closed the door, Zhou Yuan got straight to the point: