Zhan Feiyu, that girl, really had some guts—she even plucked up the courage to close the room door. That minimized the noise. It's best not to alarm the customers outside; otherwise, things would become troublesome.
Five minutes later, Zhu Bufan had knocked down a large number of the seven or eight people in the room. Zhan Feiyu walked over and said, "Zhu Dabiao, if you want to continue being the manager of this jewelry store, then please transfer the store's funds over to me. Put it in my hands, and I'll consider..."
"No need to say any more, Zhan Feiyu!" Zhu Dabiao said, outraged, "This jewelry store is the young master's asset, you bastard..."
"Slap slap slap..." Zhu Bufan, furious, continuously slapped Zhu Dabiao's face over a dozen times, until he finally knocked Zhu Dabiao out cold on the spot, with a mouth full of Yan Hong's blood flowing in streams, a horrific sight to behold.
