Li Zidong sneered, his gaze shifting away from Li Feng. The crowd parted, creating a pathway through which a group of muscular men clad in black suits, black shoes, and even black sunglasses strode in.
A minor celebrity gasped, eyeing the menacing-looking muscle men whose attire matched exactly with gangsters from the movies.
"What's this supposed to be? Don't you see who's present here?"
A wealthy second-generation young man picked up his champagne and took a sip, behaving as if he had summoned those people himself.
His gaze swept past Li Feng, who was surrounded in the middle, and he scoffed lightly.
"Bold enough to challenge here, he should take a good look at himself in the mirror."
Li Zidong, with a smirk curling on his lips, looked at the uniform circle of thugs approaching and said toward Li Feng, "Continue showing off, Li Feng!"
