chapter 22 stop

The parking lot in front of the club is filled with all kinds of luxury cars. Gerry Mcfarland's old Passat looks a little shabby compared with these cars.

The two of them arrived at the door and the doorman opened the door. As soon as I entered the door, I suddenly heard a man's voice coming from the hall:

"Wait a moment!"

Looking up, he saw Murray Mcfarland walking over with a sinister look on his face.

He was accompanied by a group of relatives of the Qin...