When the ruler was humiliated, his subjects would die for him. The lackeys behind Chen Qiang immediately sensed that something was wrong. Their boss looked awful, as embarrassed as someone caught wetting himself, heartbreak mixed with frustration, disgust entwined with anger that soon filled his chest.
Just as they were about to step forward without waiting for Chen Qiang's order and teach this bastard how many eyes the Horse King had, a flippant voice swept in from the doorway.
Qin Fen's brow relaxed. He was not afraid of a few rotten potatoes and bad eggs, but having someone step up for him was even better.
There were not many people in the VIP lounge, but everyone who could enter was somebody important. Seeing the two sides about to clash thrilled them. People loved a good spectacle, and it would give them one more story to brag about later.
Yet Song Shaoqing's arrival did not dampen their enthusiasm. Instead, it was like a shot of adrenaline. Everyone craned their necks. Damn, the two sides were evenly matched now. This was exciting.
Song Shaoqing entered with Fu Qiang and Chairman Zhou, immediately seeing Qin Fen's predicament. Lending a hand was a must. Of course, outside the door just now, he had nearly laughed himself sick. Qin Fen, this kid really knew how to make people's balls ache.
Fu Qiang chuckled and patted Chairman Zhou on the shoulder. The meaning was obvious: their firepower was not weak either. No backing down—just go for it. Look at Qin Fen; even his chef had charged into battle. What was a big boss like Chairman Zhou afraid of?
Chairman Zhou could only shrug with a bitter smile. The waters of the Capital City were far too murky.
"Ha, isn't this President Song? What a coincidence. We