Boss Zheng failed to maintain order in the place. The scene was as chaotic as dogs fighting each other.
Most of these people were brusque. If a few words didn't sit well with them, they were ready to roll up their sleeves and fight.
Murong Wei glanced at the disorderly situation with a hint of a cold smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Gentlemen," she raised her voice, "The Lans haven't arrived yet. Don't you think it's too early to discuss this now?"
She was the only woman present. As such, her voice stood out abruptly.
The hall became momentarily quiet. Someone then sneered, "We're playing by the rule of 'first come, first served'. Are we supposed to wait forever?"
"Exactly!"
"Keep your mouth shut, woman!"
"Boss Zheng is already here, but where the hell is Young Master Lan? What does this imply?"
Though their voices were loud, Murong Wei could tell from their tones that all the bravado was masking fear.
