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The hall fell silent for a moment, then a clamor of voices rose up like a tide, instantly becoming a boiling commotion.

Some people gasped, some nearly dropped their cups, and some exchanged glances with the people next to them, all seeing the same emotion in each other's eyes—shock.

Qian Duo stood at the top of the stairs, his mouth slightly open, his face half swollen, and his only open eye filled with disbelief.

His mind seemed to have been paused, completely blank, and he was unable to think at all.

Luo Fei looked at the blonde woman in front of him without any change in expression and asked, "Do you know me?"

Emily straightened up, but not completely upright; her body remained slightly forward, her posture very low.

"Mr. Luo, I called you before. My name is Emily, and I am the head of the Locke family's representative office in China."

Her voice trembled slightly, not deliberately, but from genuine nervousness.

Luo Fei remembered.

When Bai Ruizhe Company went public, many foreign companies called him, hoping to buy shares, including the Locke family.

He nodded without saying anything more, his gaze sweeping over Qian Duo.

Emily immediately caught the look in his eyes, her body tensed slightly, and she quickly explained, speaking much faster than usual: "Mr. Luo, our Locke family has invested in the companies owned by the Qian family. But this is only a financial investment. We are the largest shareholder and have only sent financial personnel to supervise the company; we have not participated in its operation and management."

She paused, glanced at Qian Duo, her eyes filled with obvious rejection, as if he were some kind of unpleasant presence.

"As for why he's here today—he insisted on coming along, saying he wanted to see the world. I didn't expect him to offend you, Mr. Locke. Please don't take your anger out on the Locke family because of this."

Luo Fei looked at her, his tone calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary: "His company is targeting my good brother's business. You handle this."

Emily paused for a moment, then understood the meaning of "handle it as you see fit." This wasn't a suggestion, nor a discussion; it was a notification. If handled well, the matter would be over; if handled poorly, the consequences would be borne by the individual.

She took a deep breath, nodded, and said in a soft but firm voice, "Mr. Luo, I understand. Don't worry, I will handle it."

Qian Duo heard this at the top of the stairs, and his already swollen face turned even paler.

He knew Emily's identity and was also aware of the Locke family's power.

Although their company was somewhat well-known in Jiangcheng, it was nothing more than an ant compared to the Locke family.

If Emily wanted to take action against their family, she wouldn't need a reason; a single sentence would suffice.

His legs went weak, and he slowly slid down against the wall, squatting on the ground, holding his head, no longer daring to look at anyone.

The guests in the lobby began to whisper among themselves.

"The representative of the Locke family actually bowed to him?"

"Just who is this person?"

"Never seen him before, there's no such person in Jiangcheng's social circles."

Someone took out their phone to take a picture, but someone next to them grabbed their hand: "Are you crazy? You dare to take a picture of this kind of person?"

The man quickly put his phone away.

Just then, another group of people entered through the door.

Leading the way was a young man, around thirty years old, wearing a dark gray custom-made suit, without a tie, and with the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

His hair was short, his facial features were well-defined, and he had a lazy and casual air about him, but his eyes were exceptionally bright.

He was followed by two bodyguards in black suits, both burly and with steady gaits, clearly professionals.

The moment Manager Zhou saw this person, his expression changed.

The previous businesslike calm transformed into heartfelt respect.

He quickly stepped forward to meet him.

"Boss, you've arrived."

Manager Zhou's voice carried a hint of surprise.

The boss rarely comes to the club; he's lucky if he comes once a month. His sudden appearance at this time today is clearly not a whim.

The boss nodded, his gaze sweeping across the lobby.

He saw the broken vase and water stains on the ground, Qian Duo squatting in the corner, Zhao Zixuan standing not far away, Emily, and then his gaze settled on Luo Fei.

He looked at it for two seconds, then walked over.

A sharp-eyed customer recognized him.

A middle-aged man in a white suit put down his wine glass and whispered to the person next to him, "The club owner is here."

The person next to him paused for a moment, then quickly stood up, seemingly wanting to go over and say hello, but after thinking about it, sat back down.

People in the industry know a thing or two about this boss's temperament—he doesn't like socializing or being fawned over; if you try to get close to him, you'll only make a fool of yourself.

Qian Duo, who was squatting in the corner, heard the commotion around him and knew that the person who came was the boss.

He looked up and saw the person walking towards him, as if he had grasped at the last straw.

He scrambled to his feet, staggered over, and stood before the boss, pointing to his face. His voice was shrill and high-pitched: "Boss! You have to stand up for me! Someone assaulted me in your club! Look at my face! Look! Isn't the rule in your club that you can't fight? He hit me! He broke the rules! You can't just ignore this!"

His tears streamed down his face, mingling with blood at the corner of his mouth. His face was swollen and bruised, making him look quite disheveled.

The shopkeeper stopped and glanced down at him. His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a stone.

Then he spoke, his voice not loud, but every word was clearly audible: "Who do you think you are?"

Qian Duo's cries were instantly choked up, as if someone had grabbed her by the neck.

The boss stopped looking at him and walked past him.

He walked up to Luo Fei and stopped. The two looked at each other.

The boss extended his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Mr. Luo, I've heard so much about you."

Luo Fei shook hands with him and asked, "Are you the owner here?"

"Chen Xudong".

He gave his name, without introducing any titles or family background; he simply gave his name.

He wasn't originally in Jiangcheng today, but he received a call from his grandfather in the afternoon, urging him to return to Jiangcheng and meet the owner of the black card.

Luo Fei had never heard of this name before, but he didn't show it and just nodded.

Chen Xudong glanced at the broken vase and water stains on the ground, then at Qian Duo, who was shivering in the corner, and then turned to look at Manager Zhou.

Manager Zhou immediately stepped forward and whispered a few words of report.

After listening, Chen Xudong's expression remained unchanged. He simply ordered, "This person is not allowed to come in again."

Manager Zhou nodded in agreement and spoke a few words into his headset.

Two security guards walked over, grabbed Qian Duo from both sides, and dragged him out.

Qian Duo struggled for a moment, trying to shout something, but a security guard covered his mouth, muffled his voice into a muffled groan that gradually faded away and eventually disappeared.

The lobby returned to silence.

Chen Xudong turned back to look at Luo Fei, his tone casual, as if chatting with an old friend: "Mr. Luo, is this your first time here? How does it feel?"

Luo Fei said, "Not bad."

Chen Xudong smiled, this time a genuine smile, the corners of his mouth turning upwards.

"Come often from now on. We'll reserve the number one private room for you."

Someone nearby heard this and their eyes widened in surprise.

The No. 1 VIP room has never been open to anyone for an extended period since the club opened. Even VIP members need to make a reservation well in advance.

Now, the boss can reserve it for someone with just a word.

Who exactly is this person?

Luo Fei neither declined nor thanked him, but simply nodded.

He turned to look at Zhao Zixuan.

The fourth brother stood to the side, looking as if he had been struck by lightning. His expression could no longer be described as shock; it was one of bewilderment after his worldview had been turned upside down.

He had known Luo Fei for so many years; the two had skipped classes together, eaten at roadside stalls together, and played games together in the dormitory until the early hours of the morning.

He always thought Luo Fei was just an ordinary kid from an ordinary family.

He was already quite shocked when Luo Fei pulled out a gun in the hotel last time.

But now, the Locke family representative bowed to him, and the owner of the Cloud Palace treated him with the courtesy of an old friend.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Finally, he only asked one question: "Brother Fei, what exactly do you do?"

Luo Fei patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Your brother Fei."