C110 One Second Difference

Zhang Luo shot Di San a disapproving look. Couldn't he show a little restraint? They were at a racing track, not his bar. Before Zhang Luo could even discern what kind of woman she was, Di San had summoned her to his side.

"Keep the best ones here for me."

Surveying the room, Zhang Luo found the people indistinguishable from one another