Although there were already fewer people in the private club's main hall, there were still quite a few moving about and conversing with each other, with elegant music echoing throughout the space.
Suddenly, the main door was forcefully pushed open, and everyone instinctively turned their heads just in time to see Huang Feiyu being rushed upstairs with the support of his bodyguards. All were momentarily stunned as if recalling something, their faces swiftly changing color. Nobody who had risen to the top of a company or a power structure was a fool, and Huang Feiyu's grim expression coupled with the blood on his face clearly indicated one thing: a major incident was about to unfold in Xiangjiang.
At this thought, a chill inexplicably crept over everyone's heart, wondering who would dare to lay hands on Huang Family's heir, Huang Feiyu. As the chill set in, almost everyone could foresee that Xiangjiang might soon be engulfed in a whirlwind of blood and violence.
