The man's screams were still going on when, at a look from Gu Feimo, Yang Tao somehow produced a towel from somewhere and stuffed it into the man's mouth.
The bar fell silent in an instant. Gu Feimo wrapped an arm around the girl in his arms and strode out openly.
...
At Imperial Group, Gu Beicheng was seated in the chairman's spot on the rostrum.
The people below all sat up straight as they discussed. Even though it was late at night, not a trace of fatigue showed on their faces.
"Time's up. Now I'd like everyone to lay out their views in detail." Standing beside Gu Beicheng, Chi He said in a low voice.
The room instantly went quiet. It was clearly the dead of winter, yet everyone's face was practically beaded over with sweat.
"Seventh Young Master, I think…" Following the usual order, without needing Chi He to call on anyone, someone had already stood up.
Everyone knew just how important a meeting was when the Seventh Young Master was present.
