What is this?
What kind of look is that?
Interesting.
Zhang Beixing watched him with great interest, wondering what he was planning to do.
The manager clapped his hands, and soon, a large group of people filed in from outside.
The group divided into several teams, one positioned to Zhang Beixing's left, another to his right.
A third team stood behind Zhang Beixing, preventing any chance of an acrobatic escape, not that it was impossible.
The last team surrounded the few women in the room.
"Sir, let me tell you, I originally wanted to have a peaceful talk with you, but you just have to disrespect me?"
"I'll tell you, you might think having some money makes you impressive, but unfortunately, it's not about money, it's about strength and background!"
"Even if you have a bit of cash, once I set my sights on you, you'll be at my mercy!"
The smile that had vanished from his face returned once more.
However, this time, it had transformed from warmth to arrogance.
