Inside Box No. 5, the man was infuriated, nearly exploding with rage. He had come to negotiate, but the other party simply said, "the wine has already been sold to someone else." When did it become okay to make decisions without consulting me? Do they think they're better than me?
He originally wanted his bodyguards to teach the jerk a lesson, but suddenly a group surrounded his box. Damn it, what, all these people want to beat me up? The man couldn't believe they would dare to attack him. At that moment, the crowd parted, and a man in his thirties walked in, looking at him with disdain. Damn it, if the other party wasn't so numerous, he would definitely have beaten that jerk to death.
