"Stop!"
Hai Lang stepped out of the elevator to the lobby and, seeing the chaos, bellowed loudly. Li Feng first glanced at the lobby manager, then at Hai Lang, whose face was as gloomy as still waters.
Heh.
"Is this the owner of the club?"
Hai Lang lifted his gaze to scrutinize Li Feng and sneered dismissively, "You're not qualified to see my boss."
As he spoke, Hai Lang stretched his muscles.
Li Feng squinted at Hai Lang.
"So it's true what they say, 'it's easier to meet King Yan than to deal with his little ghosts.' Fine, I'll entertain you."
The lobby manager, seeing Li Feng's overbearing arrogance, couldn't contain his ire and let out a cold laugh.
"Kid, don't get too cocky. Do you even know who he is?"
"Who? Does it matter? Knowing who he is, is that supposed to scare me?" Li Feng scoffed lightly. This lobby manager was a man in his thirties or forties; how could he still act like some rich second generation?