The crash of a shattering bottle instantly silenced the noisy room.
Once everyone stopped shouting, Haizi calmly lit himself a cigarette. He looked composed on the surface, but inside, he was panicking.
Prince's full name was Lü Liangwei. He was the young heir of the Lu Association, the largest association in Zhonghai City.
The Lu Association was no ordinary organization. Officially, it was a government-led nonprofit association. In reality, it was an underworld organization powerful enough to rule Zhonghai City with an iron fist.
Its president, Lü Qingzhou, had once been a towering figure in Zhonghai City's political arena. After retiring, he had founded the Lu Association and become its president.
He kept a low profile and was nowhere near as famous as Zhonghai City's Four Major Conglomerates. Yet even the mayor feared him. He was a ruthless figure with influence on both sides of the law.
The biggest backer behind the Golden Goblet was the Lu Association, whose businesses reached into every corner of Zhonghai City.
It was no exaggeration to say that Lü Qingzhou, president of the Lu Association, alone had the final say over the city's entire underworld.
As for the Black Tiger Society, which seemed all-powerful to outsiders, it was nothing more than a watchdog in their eyes.
That was why Haizi was weighing whose side he should take.
For the first time, he truly understood what it meant to be caught between a rock and a hard place.
Seeing Haizi actually dare to intervene, Prince, who had just been helped to his feet, cursed through gritted teeth. "Haizi, what the hell do you think you're doing? You dare stick your nose into my business?"
Haizi exhaled a puff of smoke and said impassively, "Brother Prince, this guy's a friend of mine. Do me a favor