The middle-aged man barged in, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
He was of average height, with a high nose bridge, and a little on the thin side, but his attire screamed wealth.
His henchmen were not to be messed with either.
"Who are you, sir?" the newcomer was unwelcome, and Sun Feifei looked somewhat displeased.
In any confrontation, the first step was to ascertain the other person's identity.
With identities established, there was room for maneuvering.
"Who am I?" the middle-aged man said, "Who was driving that Land Rover just now? Your car cut off mine, a Volkswagen!"
"Hehe, so it was that Volkswagen." Sun Feifei was about to apologize when the man who had previously inquired about Lin Hao's identity, scoffed with disdain, "Do you know who you're dealing with here? It would be best for your people to leave before this escalates."
Confident in his own status, the man said, "Making a scene wouldn't be good for you."
