Wang Biao's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat beaded on his greasy face.
He had never taken Bao Yancheng seriously.
Wang Biao controlled the Southern City Port, and this kid's logistics had to go through him.
How could his painstakingly built network of connections be easily taken down by him!
Watching his people being taken away and himself bound tight, Wang Biao had a bad premonition.
After such a long time, his men hadn't shown up, probably already under control.
Moreover, Bao Yancheng was not the feeble young man of the rumors.
Those punches had left his head reeling!
Bao Yancheng didn't plan to waste too much time with him; he was preoccupied with Wen Wanzhi.
What was she doing here alone?
The woman in the room just now, she must have been one of Sheng Tang's, but what was her relationship with Wen Wanzhi...
The more he thought, the more confused Bao Yancheng became, wishing he could immediately catch Wen Wanzhi and interrogate her.