"Who dares to mess with Manager Du."
A hotel security guard couldn't stand by and stepped forward to intervene, but Wang Jue's thugs weren't just going to stand there and watch—they pushed their way through with their hands.
"I'd like to see who dares."
"This is Outer Heaven."
The security guard, not to be outdone, had other guards join him; the two sides faced off, tense and ready to explode like a powder keg at any moment.
"I don't care what 'heaven' this is, if the young master wants this girl, she has to accompany him tonight," snapped one of Wang Jue's hot-headed henchmen. "And if she doesn't, well then, you might as well not stay open."
With a shove of his palm, the guard opposite him was sent flying.
