Nie Sheng received a call from Yang Bin, who briskly gave him their exact location and told him to bring some men.
Nie Sheng knew perfectly well what that meant.
What surprised him, though, was that the caller was Yang Bin rather than Sun Binghe. After hanging up, he even double-checked the caller ID.
No amount of shouting "Stop!" from Tianchong's two senior executives did any good. Once people had been drinking and their nerves were violently provoked, they stopped caring about consequences. Shen Lian's side was fighting five against eight, with both managers and bodyguards on the other side, while Shen Lian had only brought two bodyguards tonight.
But that was enough.
Amid the crashing and smashing, the hotel manager rushed over after receiving word. One look told him he couldn't afford to offend anyone involved, so all he could do was try his best to break up the fight.
Shen Lian was standing up for a friend. Someone had cracked Yang Bin's head open right before their eyes, then acted outrageously arrogant about it. What was the point of trying to reason with a drunk?
And the moment Sun Binghe charged in, Shen Lian knew that even if they fought, the consequences would definitely be within their ability to handle.
He was mostly right.
The small part he'd missed came down to Sun Binghe's personal feelings.
Even if the king of heaven himself had been standing opposite him today, he would still have thrown punches.
The only time Sun Binghe had ever fought Yang Bin was when he was twenty.
Back then, he'd been young and hotheaded, with good grades and a lofty position that exposed him to sights he'd never encountered before. Eager to get ahead, he'd learned to charm everyone. When those rich kids invited him