Su Wenluo called Han Yao, who was sitting nearby.

In the past, Han Yao was also Su Wenluo's horse boy, but he also had the background of a forty-nine boy.

However, when the club held a meeting, he had no chance to take up his position.

Now, Su Wenluo obviously wants to help him rise to power.

"Boss!"

Han Yao didn't refuse and sat directly on the empty seat.

Ahua and Wuying naturally sat on the two empty stools behind Han Yao.

"Ayao, tell me, what's going on? Wasn't Hot Chicken fine yesterday? Why was he sent down today?"

Su Wenluo threw a cigar to Han Yao, then took one out of the box, and threw the rest to Guili Mao aside, asking him to distribute them one by one.

"Boss, it's all the bad guy's fault. He misappropriated more than one million in fees before and even lost in the Hongxing Prince's business in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"Then he borrowed more than one million yuan to hand over the numbers. Last night he went gambling again, but lost his money and lost the prince's gambling debt of more than five million yuan."

"The prince asked him to use two restaurants on Bolan Street as collateral!"

"After hearing this, the hot chicken directly chose to show off and angrily scolded the prince for giving away thousands of dollars in his own business! He will definitely not pay back the money! Not even a cent!"

"So the prince decided to teach him a lesson and chopped off his hands!"

"I didn't expect that this guy was still a bit bloody. He grabbed the knife on the table and was about to chop the prince!"
Chapter completed!