Although Zhang Zhaolong knew that the background of Meizi Club was formidable, he wasn't worried because the two young men behind him were influential: one the son of a secretary, the other the son of a public security heavyweight. Therefore, Zhang Zhaolong's demeanor was very confident.
"Who's there?" At this moment, the door to the VIP room opened, and a twenty-something young man with an unrestrained smile looked at the people outside, "What do you want?"
Zhang Zhaolong sneered and said, "This private room is ours, no matter who you are, I'm giving you five minutes to get the hell out of here, or else..."
"Are you sick in the head?" the man muttered under his breath, then slammed the door shut, almost hitting Zhang Zhaolong in the face.
Zhang Zhaolong was stunned; he hadn't had the chance to introduce himself yet—how could they dare to be so arrogant?
