"Mr. Zhou!"
Young Master Jian, who was lying on the ground with a grimace, had just attempted to get up when he was startled by a uniform shout and lay back down on the floor.
Zhao Bin and the others were equally taken aback.
If it weren’t for the real bruises and swelling on their bodies, they would have thought they were in a movie.
Over a hundred n in black suits, blocking the bar from the passage to the safety exit, stood solemnly, all head bowed in the direction where Zhou Wang was standing.
Zhou Wang himself felt a slight thrill of excitent.
No wonder so many people strayed from the path in the old days of Shanghai Beach... The feeling of being a "big boss" is indeed quite sothing.
At this mont, Zhou Wang was standing on a low platform, but there was no higher place in the entire room than him. As far as the eye could see, it was filled with elite security personnel sent by Tyrant Security Company, and within the effective ti of the Instant Security Card, they would unconditionally obey his every command.
... Clearly, he should be the founder of this world-class security company, yet he had to rely on cheating to regain control, what kind of situation was this?
Thinking of this, Zhou Wang felt a slight tinge of lancholy.
"Boss, are you okay?"
At this point, Xu Wenqian ca over with the trembling Wang Lijia. She anxiously checked on Zhou Wang’s condition. Earlier, when she saw that young man brandish a dagger, if Wang Lijia hadn’t held her back tightly, she would have rushed over.
Wang Lijia was still in mixed emotions of fear and panic, but at this mont, she finally clearly heard Xu Wenqian’s address for Zhou Wang. Stunned for a mont, she couldn’t help but suddenly realize.
Zhou Wang, Wangzhou Culture... So that’s it!
Zhou Wang squeezed Xu Wenqian’s hand to signal that he was fine, then told her to rest aside for a bit.
Xu Wenqian knew that Zhou Wang had more important matters to attend to, so she obediently nodded, guiding the hesitant Wang Lijia to help the slightly bruised Young Master Jian and others.
"Mr. Zhou!"
The man who had earlier helped Zhou Wang out of a tight spot with a glass walked up and bowed to him.
"Are you the leader?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhou, I am the head of the mobile departnt of the Magic City branch of Tyrant Security, code-nad 57."
"57?" Zhou Wang looked at the man in surprise, "Don’t you have a na?"
"... Lin Feng!"
The man was briefly silent, then quickly replied.
"Lin Feng... You brought so many people, the police will probably arrive soon, won’t they?"
Zhou Wang nodded and asked.
Lin Feng imdiately understood what Zhou Wang was asking. He approached and whispered, "Mr. Zhou, we can buy 20 minutes."
minutes?
Zhou Wang glanced at Lin Feng. He didn’t pry about what ans he would use to secure these 20 minutes, but 20 minutes should be enough.
So Zhou Wang gestured with his chin at Bao Jin and the others, who were being firmly restrained on the ground, then sat down on a nearby sofa and poured himself a glass of 1664 from the clean martini glass on the table in front of him.
Hmm... The cherry flavor was a bit hard to swallow, but Zhou Wang was just quenching his thirst, so it didn’t matter.
Lin Feng understood and made a gesture, instructing the security personnel holding Bao Jin and the others to loosen their grip slightly. They hauled the group of young n and won forward, forcing them to kneel halfway at the foot of the steps, facing Zhou Wang.
Earlier, Bao Jin and the others had mostly done nothing but keep silent. But it wasn’t that they didn’t want to talk; it was because the Tyrant Security personnel had muzzled them with strong duct tape as they were subdued. Even with their eyes full of fear, they could only make muffled "mmm" sounds.
Now, at Zhou Wang’s signal, the tape covering the mouths of Bao Jin, the knife-wielding youth, and the girl in black stockings was first ripped off, and they imdiately started shouting.
Especially the girl in black stockings. Originally, Zhou Wang thought she had a pretty face, but the strong tape had stripped most of her lipstick and makeup as well, making her once delicate features suddenly look quite comical.
With the DJ booth closed, the bar was now extrely quiet, making the voices of Bao Jin and the others especially jarring.
Seeing Zhou Wang’s frown, Lin Feng gave a look, and sohow the n in black behind the three used so technique, causing the two n and one woman to suddenly turn pale, gasping silently with their mouths open.
After several repetitions, Bao Jin and the others realized the gravity of the situation and dared not shout any more.
"Zhou, Zhou Wang... What exactly do you want?"
Bao Jin, sweating on his forehead, looked at Zhou Wang with a mix of bravado and fear.
"So you do know , which ans all of this today was targeting , right?"
Zhou Wang squinted his eyes and spoke lightly.
Young Master Jian, who had already stood up with Wang Lijia’s help, was taken aback upon hearing this and looked over in disbelief.
Was Bao Jin targeting Zhou Wang?
Facing Zhou Wang, Bao Jin was secretly alard but forced a smile, "I-I don’t know what you’re talking about..."
"Then how did you know my na?" Zhou Wang smiled slightly, "I’m not talking about now; I’m talking about earlier, when I was about to leave with Young Master Jian, you called out my na in your urgency. No one had introduced us back then, so how did you know I’m Zhou Wang?"
"I..."
"And him and her, earlier at the entrance of the bar, when a group of young people were taking photos, now that I think about it, weren’t you two among them?"
Zhou Wang looked at the knife-wielding youth and the girl in black stockings, who had both bowed their heads in fear, and began to piece together various fragnted pieces of information in his mind.
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