"You're absolutely right."
Just then, a young man in a black suit stepped forward and said, "I also think Xia Ping is no longer fit to attend this banquet. He's like a rat dropping, ruining the atmosphere for everyone."
"If he stays here, I doubt anyone will be happy. Kicking him out would make everyone happy."
Everyone immediately turned to look. The young man who had spoken was none other than Liu Liang. They were all astonished. He was the deputy mayor's son, whose status was second only to Qin Muyang's.
Those two had practically been born enemies, yet now they were standing on the same side, united in their aim to drive Xia Ping out and teach him a lesson.
Some people also remembered that Liu Liang had fought Xia Ping before—and lost to him in the ring, and lost miserably at that. He'd been humiliated beyond measure.
It went without saying that Liu Liang's resentment toward Xia Ping was probably no less than Qin Muyang's.
And indeed, when he saw Xia Ping being targeted and driven out of the banquet hall, Liu Liang immediately jumped in, adding fuel to the fire and taking great pleasure in kicking him while he was down.
He was furious with Xia Ping. The guy was nothing but a worthless commoner, yet he'd dared to beat Liu Liang in the ring and make him lose face in front of everyone. How could he possibly swallow that insult?!
He could still feel the wounds on his body aching faintly. The nutrient solution had healed his injuries, but the pain that had sunk into his very bones wouldn't disappear so quickly. It had practically become a shadow hanging over him.
"That's right. I think so too."
"Having someone like him at this banquet is an