chapter 67 Delivered to your door

****In the corridor on the second floor of the bar.

Nahum Zuniga was leaning against the guardrail with a glass of wine in his hand, squinting at the steel pipe on the ceiling. He didn't let anyone remove it and repair it, but just let it stay there.

"Quite a personality, right?" He took a sip of wine and said to a big, sturdy man next to him.

"Young Master Zheng still has good taste." The big man flattered him, neither lightly nor seriously.

His name is...