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"Young Master Wang, what's the matter?" the Lobby Manager couldn't help but ask.
"I find these people unpleasant. Tell them to get lost; they're just an eyesore here," Wang Tu said nonchalantly, exuding an air of arrogance typical of a young heir.
The Lobby Manager glanced at Huang Lin and the others. They were unfamiliar faces, and if they truly had no background, he could easily dismiss them. However, this private room was reserved by Qin Xiaoya of the Qin family in the capital. No matter how bold he was, he wouldn't dare disrespect the Qin family.
"Young Master Wang, I'm afraid that's not possible. Everyone is here to dine; if there's any conflict, we can sit down and talk it out. After all, a smile dispels grudges—there's nothing that can't be resolved through conversation," the Lobby Manager said diplomatically, trying to appease both sides without offending anyone.
"Do they even deserve to sit down and chat with me? Manager Zheng, are you trying to undermine me? Who do they think they are? I merely introduced myself and shared a bit of my background, and they were scared out of their wits. Do you really fear offending such people?" Wang Tu scoffed, his demeanor dripping with disdain. Huang Lin's relatives had indeed acted cowardly earlier.
Hearing Wang Tu's words, the Lobby Manager looked puzzled. These people were guests of Qin Xiaoya; how could they be afraid of Wang Tu?
Just then, Qin Xiaoya's driver stepped forward, standing directly in front of Wang Tu. As a former soldier, he exuded a commanding presence and coldly regarded Wang Tu. "They are all guests of my president. You have no right to order them to leave."
Wang Tu was taken aback by the driver's imposing aura and instinctively took a step back, his expression turning serious.
"Y-Your president? Who is your president?" Wang Tu stammered.
"Our president is not someone you have the right to inquire about. Before our president arrives, you'd better leave; otherwise, when our president comes, you won't be able to handle the consequences," the driver said coldly, emanating an undeniable authority.
"Haha, in this capital city, there's no one whose identity I can't inquire about. If you don't tell me who your president is, I won't be leaving," Wang Tu replied darkly, his anger rising. He was someone of note in the capital and had never been treated with such disdain before.
The two sides were at a standoff. The young men with Wang Tu were brash and would not back down easily, while Qin Xiaoya's driver also refused to reveal her name. The situation became tense.
As for Jiang Chen, he remained calm and composed like a mountain.
"Tu Ge, we don't need to waste time with them. Let's teach Chen Renjing a lesson and then head out for some racing on the Fifth Ring," one young man suggested.
"True enough; I'm tired of talking to you lot. Just pour this bottle of XO down that bitch Chen Renjing's throat," Wang Tu ordered.
"I'll do it myself; just hold her down and pry her mouth open," said a wavy-haired girl.
Chen Renjing was firmly held down by several people as they forced alcohol into her. Among those present, only Huang Lin appeared anxious; everyone else remained indifferent—after all, Chen Renjing was not a likable person.
"What should we do? Shun Yuan, think of something!" Huang Lin pleaded desperately.
"Uh, she often goes to bars, right? Drinking a bottle of liquor shouldn't be a problem for her," Wang Shun Yuan whispered.
"But it shouldn't be done like this," Huang Lin replied helplessly, feeling utterly powerless. At that moment, no one could help her.
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