The Dangers of Getting Drunk (Continued)

For a moment, she lost focus, worried that Zhao Bai might switch sides at the last second and stab the great Otto in the back. But she was soon surprised to find that the bug was no longer needed at all. Fierce collisions rang out, bottles shattered, followed by wave after wave of screams.

It was truly miserable.

Amber could not help but shudder.

Of course, she could tell that the voices belonged to the rising stars of the three great families. Back then, they had still looked presentable, viewing the world with the lofty, antiquated mindset of aristocrats. They frequented italian wineries, Russian ballet halls, French art museums, and even Broadway in New York. But now, like startled elementary schoolchildren, they had lost all composure, filled with terror and wanting only to escape as quickly as possible.

This was...

So satisfying!

Amber knew she should not delight in their misfortune, but to keep the drunken Zhao Bai from coming out and beating people up, it was not yet time to offer a rescue.

Still, she was a little worried.

What if one of those young masters escaped without getting beaten up?

As Otto's secretary, Amber had always been meticulous in everything she did. She immediately called over some people to reinforce the bar's doors and windows. The sound of hammering nails was drowned out by the endless screams, so it drew no attention.

Mission accomplished.

Amber clapped her hands and sat by the entrance, silently waiting for the scene she had been looking forward to.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Someone tried to push the door open, only to be blocked by the nailed-down planks. They could not even open the door, much less see what was happening outside.

"Wh... who locked the front door?"

"The front door isn't locked!"

"Quick,