C674 Scum

The night in B City was bustling and noisy. The building of Prosperous Investment Co. , Ltd was brightly lit. But other than Zhao Zheng's office, there was no one else in the other offices in the building.

Sitting on the long sofa in the office, Zhao Zheng leaned against the back of the sofa and smoked a cigar. Manli, whose face was red and swollen