After leaving, our Chen family arrived at Room 1209, intending to talk about what had just happened.
The doorbell rang, and the door quickly opened.
Inside the room, there were quite a number of people—at least twenty or so—and almost all of them were men.
Among these people, many were in their forties or fifties, wearing stern expressions, and several bore tattoos on their bodies.
Judging by their appearances, it was clear that they were not to be trifled with.
But what was even harder to accept was the overwhelming smell of smoke in the room.
"Manager Chen, have you talked to that family about the matter yet?"
The man speaking was in his forties, overweight, and tipped the scales at well over two hundred pounds.
Bald-headed with a ferocious face, he carried an intimidating aura.
His name was Zhou Chengtao. He used to be a singer, but his bold and loyal personality earned him connections with many big shots in different circles.
