Looking at Song Xiaodong's serene face, then observing the women at the table showing no reaction, Zhao Lin felt a strong sense of defeat.
He had come looking for help, but the other party showed no reaction at all, displaying a stark disdain.
"Kid, do you think just because you can fight, you're something special?" Zhao Lin's face was swollen and red, his speech slightly slurred. Although his tone was meant to be threatening and fierce, it now bordered on ridiculous.
"What do you think?" Song Xiaodong stood in front of Zhao Lin, looking down on him from above.
"Hah... then I can only tell you, you're completely clueless about the scale of things. Do you know who I've sought out? The owner of this hotel, the owner of Wanjia Denghuo Hotel."
"So what?" Song Xiaodong's tone remained calm, still entirely dismissive.
