"If you want to leave, now's still your chance."
As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the guests in the hall shifted.
Some rose in fear and hurried frantically toward the exit. Quite a few glasses and plates were knocked to the floor, shattering with crisp sounds.
Others appeared to be people of some standing. Relying on their status and connections, they remained seated, watching the show with interested expressions.
For a moment, the bar was exceptionally quiet, with only the noisy footsteps of those hurrying away remaining.
Xiao Yang and the other servers had gone pale. Under the mocking gazes of the Iron Blood Gang members, they huddled trembling in a corner.
"Liu Hong!"
At that critical moment, an angry shout came from the second floor.
The gold-trimmed door at the end of the corridor opened. Zhou Qiang, dressed in a black suit, stood by the railing lined with carved tiles. His fractured left arm was suspended against his chest in a sling, and he stared coldly down below.
"You dare smash up Brother Hao's place? Looks like you don't plan on leaving today."
Zhou Qiang spoke viciously, the ferocity in his eyes nearly overflowing.
A rapid succession of footsteps rang out. Seven or eight security guards from the second floor rushed down and joined the guards in the hall, confronting the Iron Blood Gang members.
Several of them had conspicuously bulging waists, clearly carrying firearms.
"Heh heh."
Yet faced with such a display, the leader named Liu Hong merely gave a mocking smile and shook his head lightly. "Looks like Chen Junhao has really regressed with age."
"He doesn't even dare show his face, sending out some lackey instead..."
By the end, he looked up at Zhou Qiang. The mockery on his face gradually turned into