As soon as the black jeep parked in front of a laundry mat, Wen Qinxi got out of the car holstering a handgun behind his back. He knew nothing good will come out of this meeting but his old man wouldn't kill him because he held Su family's entire wealth at his fingertips.
Confident of that fact, he strolled into the laundry mat as though walking down a red carpet. The glass door of the laundry mat opened with a loud clinking sound attracting the receptionist's attention. This laundry mat was one of Su Long's laundering fronts meaning from the general manager to the janitor they were all Su Long's men.
If it weren't for the funds in his hands he would have been walking out of this in a body bag. The receptionist didn't say anything simply nodding to the back room. Wen Qinxi didn't mind his attitude. He walked past the counter and the section packed with empty washing machines and dryers.
