Cold sweat streamed down Huang Sandao's forehead, as these young men were all well-born sons of rich families.
He couldn't afford to provoke even one of them.
So, with great caution, he said, "Maybe those underlings got a bit too carried away, who can say for sure?"
"Why don't I go out and tell them to keep it down a bit."
"No need, Sandao, take a seat."
At that moment, however, Luo Fan waved his hand, signaling Huang Sandao to sit down, and then he smiled, "Let them have their fun."
"Today is supposed to be a day of revelry, don't mind them."
"We'll drink."
With that, Luo Fan raised his glass again, and the others did the same.
Bang!
But just then, the front door suddenly burst open with a loud crash.
A dark void appeared as the door was blown to pieces.
Following that, a dark figure shot toward them like a cannonball.
Bang!
Soon, the figure crashed onto the table, instantly shattering the glasses, dishes, everything into pieces.
