Slap, slap, slap...
The lights at the banquet were suddenly turned on.
Hurried footsteps echoed in the hall.
A group of several dozen people coldly surrounded the room from all directions.
Leading them was none other than John Sharo.
Looking at the hall where over two hundred people lay unconscious, John Sharo's face broke into a cold smirk.
With a stern face, he walked over to where Zhang Xiaohao was.
Seeing Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu both unconscious, the smile on John Sharo's face grew even wider.
"Someone, take them away and execute Plan A."
"Yes, Young Master Three!" The black-clad bodyguards respectfully responded, dragging these people by the feet, one in each hand, like dragging trash, towards the lower floor.
"You two, take these two to my room," John Sharo ordered, pointing at Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu.
"Yes, Young Master Three!" Two black-clad bodyguards responded respectfully, lifting Zhang Xiaohao and Cheng Qingsu off the floor and heading downward.
