The woman in the cheongsam stood and escorted Zhang Heng out of the screening room, all the way into the corridor.
Just then, the doors to VIP Theater 6 at the far end opened as well. However, the first person to emerge was not Old Man Geng, but a middle-aged man of around forty. He was not especially tall, only about 1.7 meters, half a head shorter than Zhang Heng, yet he was definitely not someone you would overlook because of his height.
The long scar on his face and the two missing fingers on his right hand both told of the stories he had lived through. Unlike others, even in this age of incredibly advanced mechanical prosthetics, he had kept the flaws of his own body.
For an ordinary person, that might have been because they could not afford prosthetics. But Zhang Heng had already guessed the man's identity. As the uncrowned king of the First Layer, he clearly had no financial worries.
As Zhang Heng studied the short man opposite him, the latter was studying him as well.
He seemed slightly surprised to see the woman in the cheongsam emerge from the screening room with Zhang Heng, but quickly seemed to realize something. He proactively extended his hand and smiled. "Ah, you must be the bodyguard. I'm the owner here. Everyone calls me Mr. G."
Zhang Heng shook Mr. G's hand.
At that moment, Old Man Geng emerged from behind them as well. The earlier tension had vanished from him, and he muttered, "I really took a huge loss this time. If I'd known you and your people were all so polite and courteous, I wouldn't have spent so much money hiring a bodyguard."
Mr. G neither confirmed nor denied it. "Danger never arrives when you are prepared