He turned and walked out of the office, the strong smell of blood on him making Brother Dao, who was guarding the car, shudder.
Zhang Cheng got into the driver's seat: "Jiang Jingtang, do you know him?"
Brother Dao practically jumped in to answer, his voice trembling: "I know him! He's a famous cement slab dealer in Jiaxing!"
“Take me to him.”
Brother Dao's face turned ashen: "Master Zhang, I...I know him, but he doesn't know me! I don't know where he lives!"
Zhang Cheng turned his head and looked at Dao Ge's face.
Brother Dao felt his scalp tingle under his gaze, and he almost cried:
"Master Zhang! We're looking for Lao San! Lao San from the Nightingale Dance Hall! He's got connections, he'll definitely know where Jiang Jingtang lives!"
"Give me directions." Zhang Cheng started the car.
The Santana drove into the night.
As Dao Ge pointed out the direction from the passenger seat, he had only one thought in his mind: Jiang Jing Tang was probably in big trouble.
Zhang Cheng's methods were enough to send chills down his spine just by observing them. Just who was this young man?
The car stopped outside a dance hall called "Nightingale".
"Go yourself." Zhang Cheng's voice was soft, but it carried an unquestionable command.
Dao Ge scrambled out of the car and rushed into the dance hall.
Less than two minutes later, he came running out again like a gust of wind, panting heavily as soon as he got into the car.
"Mr. Zhang, we found out! Jiang Jingtang lives in the Guanlan Villa District in the south of the city!"
A very faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Cheng's mouth, almost imperceptible.
"very good."
The car started again, and the roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring in the quiet night, like a ferocious beast about to devour its prey.
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