"What's with the big blowup?"
Suddenly, a voice came from the lounge next to the VIP room.
Mr. Zhu's gaze sharpened instantly, and he waved his hand, "Everyone leave, no one is allowed to enter without my permission."
"Yes."
After the bodyguards left, a man slowly stepped out of the lounge. However, his attire was rather unusual; adorned in a red trench coat, a hood over his head, and hands tucked in his pockets, his entire figure was concealed. The only identifiable feature was his height - nearly one meter ninety, his head almost touching the door frame.
The man walked over to the sofa, picked up a bottle of red wine from the table and remarked, "'82 Lafite, Zhu Hong, you really know how to enjoy it."
Zhu Hong's face turned steely, "What are you trying to say?"
