Ethan Qiao made an appointment with some gang leaders to play cards in the evening. He was having a good time when he suddenly received a phone call. It was a panicked call from a servant at home. The conversation was incoherent and it took Ethan Qiao a long time to figure out the subject of the call: Young Master Ming was back.
He threw the cards in his hand and smiled at his friends: "Something happened at home, I have to go back, sorry."
Ethan Qiao's boss was a heavily made-up woman who lit a thin lady's cigarette and smiled at him while puffing smoke: "Boss Qiao, it's not too late to leave after this round. You're not going to quit just because you've won a few games, are you? Cunning, very cunning."
"My son is home for summer vacation."
The bodyguard put a coat on Ethan Qiao. Without further explanation, he turned and walked out of the chess and card club. The Rolls-Royce Phantom was already waiting at the door.
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