"Jianren, who the hell is so bold to mess with you like this? I'll help you take him down!" Zhao Ming, leading his men, cursed as he strode in, causing the security guards around to step aside.
"It's him, that bastard Chen Nan!"
Xiao Jianren, holding a fruit knife, pointed at Chen Nan and shouted aggressively.
Chen Nan?
Hearing this name, Zhao Ming shivered all over and thought, It can't be that guy, can it?
Since it was already past eight in the evening, and the lights in the private room were dim, Zhao Ming squinted his eyes, following the direction Xiao Jianren pointed, and instantly his legs went weak; he collapsed to the floor with a "thud" and called out with a trembling voice, "Chen... Uncle Chen, how... how is it you?"
Uncle Chen?
Hearing these three words, not only did Xiao Jianren freeze in shock, but the surrounding security guards also stood there with their mouths agape. What was going on?
