The door to the private room had barely opened when Sun Jiaqi walked in, accompanied by a middle-aged man who was completely wasted.
The moment they entered, a scuffle broke out by the door, punctuated by Sun Jiaqi's angry cries. "Who are you? Are you crazy? I don't know you! Let go!"
The commotion at the door immediately drew everyone's attention.
Wang Menglong was the first to rush over. He pulled Sun Jiaqi behind him and shoved the drunk man. "Hey, mister, who are you? Have you mistaken her for someone else?"
One look at the bald man was enough to tell he was trouble. Reeking of alcohol, he pointed at Wang Menglong. "Mind your own fucking business. I've taken a liking to this woman, and I want her to have a few drinks with me. Get lost."
Knowing the man was drunk and acting out, Wang Menglong hurriedly told Sun Jiaqi to leave first, then tried to help the man outside.
Instead, the drunk man slapped Wang Menglong, sending him stumbling back several steps.
Seeing their old class president get hit, half the men in the room crowded around, pointing at the drunk man and berating him.
"Listen, mister, don't cause trouble just because you're drunk. Get out of here."
"Get out? He hit someone! Call the police."
"Exactly. Call the police and let them handle this. What a fucking idiot."
Even surrounded by so many people, the drunk man showed no fear. Instead, he laughed. "Call the police? Go ahead. Anyone who dares make that call won't leave the Golden Duke today." As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing a large tattoo covering his arm.
At the sight of that tattoo, everyone who had been brimming with righteous indignation instantly fell silent.
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