And right now, Wulong was standing by the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant New York cityscape. He held a glass of red wine in his hand, looking relaxed and content as he savored it slowly.,Zhou used the rifle butt to nudge the young man in front of him, making him stumble slightly.,Peter was at a loss, and as he looked up, his eyes met those of Wa Long on the stage.。