"It's you, Manager Zhao." a member of the motorcycle clan said. He sat leisurely in a chair, looking every bit a powerful boss. He had stayed silent and let his people argue, only glancing over when Manager Zhao entered.
The glance was full of disdain, but Manager Zhao didn't care at all, and even had a big smile on his face, because the big boss recognized only him, not Lin Tian. This was the source of his pride.
Manager Zhao shot a triumphant look at Lin Tian, his eyes clearly conveying a message – see, they only recognize me. Your influence is useless here. In the end, it has to be me who steps in to resolve the issue.
Lin Tian didn't stop him; he just let him show off and see what tricks he could play.
"So it's big brother Fan Lei." Manager Zhao nodded and bowed servilely to the seated boss. However, the sight of a man in his thirties calling a twenty-year-old big brother made the managers of the bar shiver in disgust.
