"Du Ming, don't be impulsive, lad. The President is furious. You shouldn't have confronted him!"
The man who emerged first was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and had a lean build. He was of similar height to Ji Dong. His handsome face had reddened with anger, which made his short, black hair even more attractive. Several middle-aged people who came out after him, all wearing at least six-star bartender badges, were persistently persuading him.
"Bring in the others. He'd better leave right now." The angry voice from before rang out again. Those who had come out waved helplessly at the young man before they returned to the Bartender Guild Headquarters and closed the door behind them.
Ji Dong paused when he heard the voices from inside. As the young man strode out of the guild, he crossed paths with Ji Dong.
Seeing Ji Dong, the young man hesitated, toning down some of his anger. "Who're you?" he asked.
