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In another private room on the second floor, the lights were on, and the round table was filled with delicacies. Two bottles of Moutai liquor were already empty.

The door to the private room was ajar, and the laughter and compliments coming from inside could be heard all the way down the corridor.

This is the largest private room at Yue Lai Xiang, named "Peony Hall".

There were about ten people sitting around the table, with two young people in the main seats.

A man wearing a gray shirt, with deep-set eyes and a faint smile on his lips, held a wine glass in his hand with long, slender fingers.

The other person, wearing a white T-shirt and looking younger, leaned back in his chair with a nonchalant expression, seemingly unconcerned about the compliments plastered all over the table.

There were eight or nine older men sitting around, all dressed in suits, their expensive watches gleaming under the lights.

However, these people who usually boasted of their power in the business world all restrained their arrogance at this moment, with cautious smiles on their faces. They held their wine glasses with both hands and leaned forward slightly, as if afraid of neglecting the two people in the host seats.

"Young Master Liu, this toast is for you! It's truly an honor for us to have you here!"

A middle-aged man wearing a gold watch stood up, raised his glass with both hands, and bent his waist very low.

The young man referred to as "Young Master Liu" slightly raised his eyelids.

"Mr. Wang, you're too kind."

He picked up his glass and took a sip.

Mr. Wang was flattered and downed his glass in one gulp.

Someone immediately followed.

"Young Master Liu, I also salute you! I wish you continued success in your career!"

"Young Master Liu, what about me..."

Liu Shao responded politely, took a few sips, and then waved his hand.

"Alright, stop just toasting me."

He looked at the young man in the white T-shirt next to him.

Everyone immediately turned around.

"Young Master Zhou! I salute you!"

"Young Master Zhou, I'll finish this one. Please help yourself!"

The young man named Zhou Shao leaned back lazily in his chair, a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Drink it."

He didn't even pick up the cup.

But not a single person present dared to utter a complaint.

They all knew who this young master Zhou was.

The Zhou family is an old and established family in Qingyang County with deep roots and extensive influence. The Yuelaixiang Restaurant is just one of the many businesses in the Zhou family.

As the only male heir of the Zhou family in this generation, Zhou Yuchen was born with a silver spoon in his mouth and was pampered by his family as he grew up, so he acted arrogantly.

A few years ago, a reckless hoodlum caused trouble at the Yue Lai Xiang Restaurant after drinking, smashing several tables.

Upon learning this, Zhou Yuchen immediately called for reinforcements, who broke both of the thug's legs.

Even if the other party's family takes the matter to court, it will ultimately come to nothing and won't even cause a ripple.

From then on, few people dared to cause trouble on the Zhou family's territory.

As for that young master Liu...

He was Liu Zhendong's son from the county bureau, and even Zhou Shao treated him with great respect.

Young Master Liu put down his wine glass, about to say something.

The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man staggered in, covered in sweat and looking pale.

Zhou Yuchen's previously indifferent brows furrowed instantly, and his tone became displeased: "What kind of behavior is this, rushing around like this?"

The middle-aged man, ignoring the sweat on his face and Zhou Yuchen's dissatisfaction, rushed to Zhou Yuchen's side, bent down, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yuchen frowned even more deeply, a hint of hostility flashing in his eyes.

Noticing the change in his expression, Liu Shao glanced at him discreetly and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"

Before Zhou Yuchen could speak, the middle-aged man who had rushed in had already turned to Liu Shao, his face full of anxiety.

"Young Master Liu, here's what happened. My brother, Lao Zhou, went to the restroom and ran into a woman. Without saying a word, she started hitting him! Lao Zhou is lying on the ground, and I can't stop her! Young Master Liu, you have to do justice for Lao Zhou!"

Young Master Liu looked at him.

"Your brother?"

The middle-aged man nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's Old Zhou, Zhou Jianye, who had drinks with you earlier! He owns a building materials company, do you remember him? He just told you he wanted to do a project in our development zone!"

Liu Shao thought about it and realized that there really was such a person.

When we were toasting just now, that person talked a lot and drank quite a lot.

"You were beaten up?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I got beaten up by a woman! She beat me badly, and I'm still lying outside the restroom!"

The middle-aged man wiped his sweat. "I couldn't stop her. That woman was very fierce, so I quickly came back to call for help!"

Liu Shao looked at Zhou Yuchen.

"Yu Chen, this is a matter for your shop."

Zhou Yuchen stood up lazily.

"Okay, let's go take a look."

As he walked out, he casually asked the middle-aged man a question as he passed by.

"Who is that woman?"

The middle-aged man shook his head.

"I don't know him, but he doesn't look very old."

Zhou Yuchen smiled.

"interesting."

He turned to look at Liu Shao.

"Brother Liu, wanna join us? Let's see who's got the nerve. It's been a long time since anyone dared to cause trouble here."

His smile held a hint of amusement.

"The grass has grown several meters high where the last troublemaker was lying."

Liu Shao put down his wine glass and slowly stood up.

"Let's go."

The two left the private room one after the other.

The people at the table paused for a second, then stood up in unison and followed.

A large group of people walked towards the restroom.

At the entrance to the toilet.

A crowd had already gathered around.

The guests and waiters all stood at a distance watching the spectacle, pointing and commenting.

Luo Ying stood in the middle of the crowd, hands on her hips, glaring angrily at Zhou Jianye, who was lying on the ground.

Chu Yue was standing next to her.

Chu Yue stood against the wall with her hands in her pockets, her gaze sweeping indifferently over the crowd of onlookers.

Luo Fei stood on the other side of Luo Ying, saying nothing, just quietly watching the person on the ground.

Su Wanqing stood a little further away, holding her phone, which was already on the dial pad.

Zhao Lin watched curiously from behind Luo Fei.

A middle-aged man was lying on the ground.

He was wearing a wrinkled shirt, had a beer belly, was bald, and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

His nose was crooked, there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and one eye was so swollen that it was only a slit.

He lay on the ground, one hand trembling as he pointed at Luo Ying.

"You just wait..."

The sound was muffled and leaky.

A friend was squatting nearby, trying to persuade him.

"Old Zhou, stop talking, get up first..."

Zhou Jianye ignored him and continued to curse.

"Do you even know who I am? I'll make sure you regret this..."

The person squatting down got anxious.

"Can't you just shut up for a minute! We'll talk to someone else when they get here! If you keep swearing, you'll get beaten up! I can't stop you!"

Upon hearing this, Old Zhou shrank his neck and finally shut his mouth.

But in those eyes, swollen to slits, a venomous glint still shone.

The crowd grew larger and larger, and the discussions became louder and louder.

"This girl looks so quiet and gentle, I never expected her to be so ruthless, beating someone up like this."

A young woman in a dress said softly, her voice tinged with surprise.

"Who knows? These days, you can't judge a book by its cover."

The man next to him shook his head. "But I think I just heard that this guy was drunk, he blocked the girl from leaving, and even tried to touch her face, which is why he got beaten up."

"Really? That's ridiculous! They beat him like that, it's too brutal."

"Why not? If it were my daughter being bullied like that, I would beat her even harder! This kind of scoundrel deserves to be taught a lesson!" a middle-aged woman said indignantly.

Luo Fei stood in the crowd, listening to the surrounding discussions, his expression unchanged.

He turned to look at Luo Ying and asked softly, "Are you alright?"

Luo Ying shook her head, her tone calm: "It's nothing."

She paused, as if feeling the need to explain, and added, "I didn't use much force."

Upon hearing this, Luo Fei's lips twitched slightly. He looked down at Zhou Jianye's gruesome state on the ground—his face swollen like a pig's head, his nose crooked, and blood trickling from his mouth… He silently turned his head away, saying nothing more, and simply nodded: "Fine."

Just then, Chu Yue suddenly spoke up: "Someone's here."

Luo Fei turned his head and looked at the back of the crowd.

A large group of people were walking over in a grand procession.

Leading the way were two young people.

Following behind were several older men, all dressed in suits and ties, with varying expressions.

The crowd of onlookers automatically made way for them.

The group walked to the center of the crowd and stopped.

When Old Zhou, who was lying on the ground, saw the person who came, his eyes lit up immediately.

He struggled to his feet and stumbled as he lunged forward, nearly falling over in his haste.

"Young Master Liu! Young Master Zhou! You've finally arrived!"

He lunged at the young man in the gray shirt.

"Young Master Liu! You have to stand up for me!"

He pointed at Luo Ying, his voice trembling with sobs, but filled with even more hatred.

"That woman! She hit me! She hit me for no reason! I had just come out of the bathroom, I hadn't done anything, I was just walking by, and she rushed up and hit me!"

"Look at my face! My nose! My eyes!"

"Young Master Liu, you have to stand up for me!"

Liu Shao glanced down at him, his eyes showing no emotion.

Then, he slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping past Zhou Jianye and across the crowd.

His gaze first fell on Luo Ying, paused slightly, then swept over Chu Yue, who had an indifferent expression, and finally landed on Luo Fei.

Luo Fei was looking at him, his eyes calm.

The moment their eyes met, Liu Shao's pupils suddenly contracted.

He opened his mouth.

The words "take charge" were already on the tip of my tongue.

At this moment, however, he felt as if something was blocking his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

His hand, which was placed at his side, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

The people behind him were still chiming in, saying, "Young Master Liu, we absolutely can't let this arrogant woman get away!"

"Daring to cause trouble on Young Master Zhou's turf, they're practically asking for trouble!"

"I think we should just call the police and have them arrest her!"

However, these sounds were like buzzing noise to Liu Shao at the moment, and he couldn't hear a single word.

His entire attention was focused on Luo Fei, his mind went blank, and fine beads of cold sweat had appeared on his forehead, slowly sliding down his temples.