C472 Li Chenggong's Beautiful Dream

Inside the opulent clubhouse, Lee Chenggong was sprawled out on the massage table, reveling in a vigorous massage from two stunning masseuses. Mid-massage, he dialed Michael, intending to instruct him to go easy—maiming Rollins would suffice; there was no need to kill him. Yet, call after call went unanswered, which left Lee seething with irritation