Chapter 22：Law (2/2)
”Who the fuck is this?” answered Rong Ming. He put his daughter to bed and was about to sleep with his wife when his phone rang.
”Hello, Rong Ming,” Song Sheng greeted.
The other line was silent. ”Sheng?” he questioned.
”Yes,” he answered gravely.
”It's been two years. Why now?”
”Let's get some drinks.”
”No,” Rong Ming said; a part of him was angry.
”All right,” Song Sheng said, almost hanging up the call.
”Wait—” Rong Ming began, ”Should I come over, or will we go out?” he asked.
”Go out,” Song Sheng.
”All right, then meet me at Bar XX,” Rong Ming said.
”Mhm,” Song Sheng hung up the call.
Song Sheng drove his black Maybach to the bar that Rong Ming suggested. It looked similar to a nightclub, as there was a floor for dancing, and different levels to play games, gamble, and drink. Song Sheng approached the VIP section, which he was let in by security after showing his I.D.