The private room's door suddenly swung open, startling everyone inside.
When they saw more than a dozen men carrying machetes, their faces went pale, and they scrambled backward.
Zhu Yiqun and the others were alarmed as well. Security at Seven Hues was extremely strict. Anyone who dared cause trouble there with a knife had to have serious backing.
Xu Youyue instinctively ducked into Jun Wangchen's arms, seemingly frightened. Yet for some reason, whenever her brows relaxed, he caught a trace of utter indifference in her eyes.
It felt as though Xu Youyue was hiding an identity and secrets that no one knew about.
Qin Shousheng held his girlfriend, Hu Lijing, close. His expression changed at the sight of the dozen or so machetes before him.
"Gentlemen, has there been some misunderstanding?"
"You're Qin Shousheng?" the bald man leading them asked coolly, staring at him.
Qin Shousheng wanted to deny it, but with so many people watching, he could hardly afford to look cowardly. He nodded.
At that, two burly men beside the bald man charged forward without a word and seized Qin Shousheng's arms, giving him no chance to react.
Zhu Yiqun and the others froze, then hurried forward to stop them, their expressions changing. "Wait! Why are you taking Shousheng away?"
"Why?" The bald man gave a sinister smile and said gravely, "Your friend laid hands on our boss's friend. What do you think we're going to do?"
Zhu Yiqun and the others stared blankly, then suddenly remembered Fatso, whom Qin Shousheng had kicked away earlier. Their faces darkened.
They had thought Qin Shousheng had merely kicked some pervert. Who could have imagined the man had such powerful backing, with a whole group of machete-wielding thugs at his disposal?
Qin Shousheng turned deathly pale. He was about to speak