Di Mingjue turned to Di Mingzhe, his lips curling slightly. "You may enter, but speak respectfully."
"I understand." Di Mingzhe adjusted his tie, he was fully intent on being respectful.
As Di Mingzhe stepped forward, the guards following him immediately lined up on either side of him, protecting him. Their automatic rifles were loaded with a click, creating quite a deterrent presence.
Di Mingjue shook his head helplessly. Good grief, was this supposedly speaking respectfully?
He couldn't help but envision a fight breaking out. What a headache!
"Thi... third young master." Seeing Di Mingzhe's imposing stance, the manager's face turned pale with fear; the clash between two brothers seemed inevitable.
"It's okay." Di Mingzhe raised a hand dismissively, remarkably composed.
Surrounded by a guard of escorts, Di Mingzhe's entrance stirred more than a little commotion. The waitstaff were terrified into immobility, their faces gone deathly pale.
