Someone Playing with Your Life

“Uncle Zhou has served us for almost five years, so why now?” Sitting and leaning back in the chair inside the black SUV, Shen Zeming, still in the same outfit he wore for lunch, was reading Zhou Gang's biography—the man responsible for his car's sudden malfunction.

“That’s what makes it strange, Young Master. Not only do I personally know Brother Zhou, but I’m also well aware of his personality, especially his love for his garage. It’s shocking to think he might have destroyed it with his own hands,” commented one of Shen Zeming’s subordinates. The man, dressed in a black suit and seated in the front passenger seat, handed another set of papers to Shen Zeming, who was seated in the back seat.

They were currently on their way to Zhou Gang’s house, where he was being held and closely monitored by Shen Zeming’s subordinates.