Chapter 99 Wet Behind the Ears

• Before long, sharp brakes screeched outside. A black Bentley led the way, with a dozen identical black Mercedes MPVs tailing it into the lot at the entrance.
• The Bentley door opened. Ling Hanyan stepped out with a square-jawed, plainly dressed man in his forties. From the vans poured over a hundred black-clad subordinates gripping green bamboo iron rods. They followed the pair straight into the nightclub lobby.
• What a knockout. Absolutely stunning.