But leaving wasn't an option. The Three Dragons Gang was a large, long-established organization, while Chen Jiao was a powerful, fast-rising boss with unfathomable methods. They couldn't afford to offend either one.
The crowd could only regretfully take a seat in the adjacent private room. However, after the henchman left, almost everyone unanimously pressed their ears to the wall, hoping to overhear some firsthand news.
A waiter came in to take their order, saw the scene, and silently backed out again.
Meanwhile, in the banquet hall next door, the atmosphere had grown tense. Chen Jiao decided to throw caution to the wind, leaning back lazily in her chair. "Brother Long, what's with the big show? Are you trying to bully me with your numbers?"
