Chapter 92 - 83 The Taste of Fear
"Mr. Peng, the matter has been resolved."
Nighttime, 10:30 PM.
Zhou Wen stood on the lawn of the detached villa, handing the signed mediation agreement to Zhao Jiapeng, respectfully stating.
Taking a casual look around, this was the outdoor area of the first floor of the villa.
Several elite bodyguards in suits, bulging waistlines, vigilant gazes, wearing earpieces, strategically stationed at every corner.
In the center was a tiled swimming pool, surrounded by lawns filled with stacked beverages and colorfully dressed people, seemingly in the midst of a party.
A group of scantily clad enchanting women were striking poses, with Zhao Jiapeng as the protagonist, dressed in a floral shirt and shorts, lounging on a white chair, flanked by women on both sides.
"Oh? Sorted in just one day?"
Having glanced over the agreement, Zhao Jiapeng’s irritation gradually faded.
"Not bad, Zhou Wen, how did you manage it? Tell me."