Zhao Ba and Wang Yu were at an impasse, with signs that they might come to blows any moment. Everyone present was tense, their gazes unanimously fixed on Zhu Zheng.
Zhu Zheng wasn't a fool. His father was a Deputy Prefect, and growing up in a political environment full of intrigue had taught him a thing or two.
Earlier, when he saw Zhao Ba bullying Wang Yu, he'd said nothing, stood back with the others, and even silently hoped that Zhao Ba could suppress Wang Yu's arrogant demeanor. Now, seeing Zhao Ba at a disadvantage, he quickly stepped in to mediate, waving his hands at the members of Yiheshe, who then backed off.
And at that moment, ten seconds had just passed.
"Alright, alright, let's not be like this. Brother Ba, if Vice President Wang looks down on me and doesn't want to be friends, we can't force it. After all, Vice President Wang is my honored guest tonight, let's not ruin the good atmosphere over this."
