It was still a group of men in black who rushed in first, and after entering, they all reached for their waists.
Even though Luo Ziling lacked experience, he could tell that they were preparing to draw weapons.
"Looks like they mean business," Yang Xiaodong smiled at Luo Ziling, and proactively stepped forward to meet them.
After at least ten men in black stormed into the private room, the others followed.
Upon seeing, Luo Ziling noticed a man, around fifty or sixty years old, slightly balding, standing authoritatively at the door.
Behind him stood many individuals with serious expressions, and though their postures were of trained fighters, their skills seemed quite formidable.
Ouyang Feifei's expression became grave as she rose from the sofa and walked toward those entering.
Wang Qing immediately stood up and positioned himself beside Ouyang Feifei.
Upon seeing Ouyang Feifei approach, the stern-faced old man at the door was momentarily stunned as she seemed familiar.