Upon realizing that Shen Feng bore no blame toward him, Wang Yuan breathed a heavy sigh of relief and stammered, "Master Shen, the service at ZY Club wasn't satisfactory, causing you displeasure—we are truly deserving of death. Please rest assured, I will immediately have all the irrelevant people thrown out of ZY Club."
Shen Feng nodded slightly, "These people aren't even qualified to anger me. You go handle the matters at ZY Club; there's no need for you to stay here."
Upon hearing this, Wang Yuan respectfully excused himself and, upon stepping into the elevator, found his entire suit soaked with sweat. He muttered to himself cursively, "Where the hell did Tan Qihua pop up from? There's no figure like him in Wuzhou. Today was my chance to get close to Master Shen, and it's all ruined by that damn fool."