Chapter 125: My Word Counts

With the sudden appearance of this voice, in an instant, the atmosphere, which was originally lively, noisy, and slightly romantic, abruptly stopped.

Everyone turned their heads toward the source of the voice.

What met their eyes was a young man around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing a gray suit, of medium height, with a buzz cut, eagle eyes, and a face full of cold sneers and sinister expressions.

This man was the very one who had just made the outrageous claim and called himself Hong Zihai.

He was not alone; three people stood behind him.

These three looked quite ordinary, each about forty years old, wearing gray-black jackets and white casual pants, their expressions mostly void of emotion, eyes slightly narrowed, somewhat mediocre and unremarkable.

At that moment, over ninety percent of the guests were staring at Hong Zihai, completely ignoring the three middle-aged men standing behind him.