"Hao Jian? You're one of Hao Jian's people?" Yan Yuhong was shocked as he looked at He Rong.
"That's right, Yan Yuhong, you're too full of yourself, daring to make an enemy of Mr. Hao Jian. This is your just desserts!" He Rong said mercilessly.
"Yan Yuhong, at first I thought you were quite smart. How could you be so foolish at a time like this? In a contest of the level of Mr. Hao Jian, do you think we're qualified to take part? The smartest choice is to sit on the fence and not take sides! But you chose to stand with He Changhuan and oppose Mr. Hao Jian, now how do you like the consequences?" Another middle-aged man taunted, once a business partner of Yan Yuhong, but now he felt no pity for him.
Everyone here was among the powerful and wealthy elite, all part of high society. They had all heard about Yan Yuhong before he arrived and found the whole thing laughable.
That Yan Yuhong actually tried to contend with Hao Jian was, in their eyes, no different from courting death!
