Mr. Qin glared at everyone in the room with a smile on his face, but the deadly atmosphere around him still made people shiver.
Legend has it that Mr. Qin started as a small gangster, wielding a knife for ten years, fought his way up to the boss of the Ying City gang, was hunted, hid in Chaotic Grave for half a month, and even once lay in a dead man's coffin...
Such a man, even in his old age, seemed to have murderous aura merged into his blood and bones, always accompanying him.
No one wanted to provoke such a man, nor dared to.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the young folks are unruly, disturbing Mr. Qin," Mr. Hu, aware that this hotel was invested by Mr. Qin, feared that he had disturbed him and immediately seized the moment to act, smiling subserviently, "If Mr. Qin doesn't mind, how about we toast a drink to you?"
Mr. Qin sneered, "As an old man, I am quite curious, what were you quarreling about?"
Complete silence fell over the room.
