"Boss Cao, give it to us straight. Should this person stay or leave? You decide." A few young men pointed at someone as they spoke.
"Young Masters, Young Master Yang, please calm yourselves. Whoever steps through our doors is a guest. I'm really in a tough spot here."
"Fine, then don't intervene. Let us handle it. Rest assured, we won't take any lives. At worst, just compensate with some medicine money." One of the young men grinned.
"This—"
"Enough! That's settled. Don't act as if you've been wronged. Do you know the consequences of provoking us? And you really think the Qingyue Courtesan is someone this punk can touch?" The young man surnamed Yang waved his hand dismissively, giving no regard to Boss Cao.
Cao Jiang felt annoyed. These arrogant rich kids were nothing to him, but he couldn't ignore the family powers backing them. Sometimes, running a business was really this tricky. Balancing everything was nearly impossible.
