The fashionista with the yellow hair glanced at Chu Hao, regarding him as a mere clown, and smiled faintly, "Kid, is this your first time here?"
Chu Hao put on a grim face and said, "That's none of your business!"
The contemptuous yellow-haired fashionista took out a card. The bouncer glanced at it and let him through without a search.
The fashionista then pointed at Chu Hao and said, "Don't let him in."
The bouncer nodded, his face fierce as he said, "Please leave."
FUCK!!
Both of them were fuming. They had lined up for half an hour, only for Huang Mao to utter a single sentence and get them barred from entry?
Chu Hao exclaimed angrily, "On what grounds?"
The bouncer remained cold and impatient as he said, "No grounds. Now scram."
The people in line behind them laughed. "Little brother, you'd better go."
"Kids nowadays, trying to get into nightclubs. Just go home and drink your milk."
"Go on! Hurry up, it's my turn!"
