Inside the room, a tall and lean man sat carelessly on the couch. His long fingers, held a cigarette in one hand as he casually took a hit every few minutes. His suit jacket was casually discarded on the side while his clothes were almost in a disarray. But even though the picture he presented looked as if he was someone in the middle of debauchery, his half closed eyes were glittering in anticipation and violence, like a hunter waiting for his prey. And perhaps, that is what he was tonight.
Hua Ying glanced at the Rolex on his wrist and then grimaced. It seemed that the Chairwoman he had so much about was too much a chicken. In another two minutes it would be their appointed time and it seemed she was not too keen on this contract. He had no intention of waiting and was about to leave but just as he would have stood up, the hostess opened the door, indicating that his guest had arrived. But no one entered behind the hostess.
