Chapter 91: Weak Kidney Qi

"Quite the go‑getter, huh?" The security guard held out his hand and pulled out a lighter-a hint that a smart driver should've already slipped him a cigarette. Jason Sowden wasn't that kind of driver. The young guard waited, saw no movement, and his face twisted with annoyance. The rich big shots who came to Royal Supreme played hard, took girls out, hired designated drivers, and tips were a given. Plenty of drivers flocked here for that reason. With more drivers came competition, and the door...