An hour later.
Wanshan Hotel President's office.
Lan Dazhi sat in the chair, excitedly making a phone call.
"Keep a close watch on the people for me, they're my leverage. Without this trump card, I really can't handle that kid."
"Don't worry, the money owed to you won't be short by a penny."
Lan Dazhi hung up the phone, looking confident and composed.
In his view, today Zhang Xiaoshan is already fish on the chopping board, free for him to cut.
"Mr. Lan, I feel your act of kidnapping others' family is unethical. Actually, with me and my brothers here, we're enough to deal with the enemy you mentioned."
There were more than a dozen people in the room.
The man speaking was around thirty years old, wearing a half black iron mask.
Lan Dazhi knew Zhang Xiaoshan was skilled and worried he'd act desperately, so he spent a lot of money through introductions to hire a security team.
