Glorious Hotel, a suite.
Zhang Dong and his group had come to stay in the suite temporarily.
"I'm furious!"
Zhang Dong was seething. Gritting his teeth, he said, "What's so great about Xia Ping? Chu Rong actually likes a nouveau riche like him. This is outrageous. It's like a toad trying to eat swan meat."
He was deeply dissatisfied.
"Eldest Young Master, there is a way to split them up," one of the bodyguards beside him said. His eyes shifted as he seemed to come up with a crooked idea to curry favor with Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong immediately asked, "What idea? Hurry up and tell me."
"Since ancient times, there's been one tried-and-true trope: a hero saving a beauty."
The bodyguard said slyly, "We can find a group of thugs to ambush them outside the hotel. We can beat Xia Ping half to death and put Miss Chu Rong in grave danger."
"Then you can make a dazzling entrance, Eldest Young Master, and save Miss Chu Rong from peril."
"That way, you'll not only show off your formidable strength, but also earn Miss Chu Rong's gratitude. She might even fall for you and feel her heart stir."
He had come up with a crooked scheme.
"Not bad. That's a good idea. But the thugs have to be strong, or Chu Rong will knock them down before they can even get close. That would be embarrassing." Zhang Dong immediately spotted a flaw in the plan.
"That's easy. The head steward can do it himself and pretend to be a thug. With the head steward's Grandmaster Level strength, dealing with a Martial Master would be a piece of cake."
The bodyguard spoke up.
"Sounds good. That'll work." Zhang Dong was delighted. He turned to the old servant beside him. "Elder Xu,