Zhuang Ling's gaze turned sharp as he forcefully cleared his throat and sternly said, "Both of you, pay attention! This is Danxia Manor, not a place for your brawls! If you have any personal grudges, wait until you leave the manor to resolve them on your own. Otherwise, we have the right to expel you both!"
The young Martial Artist in the VIP room remained silent, and Han Dongweng was also at a loss for words.
Han Dongweng dared to shout at the young Martial Artist, but he didn't dare to bicker with Zhuang Ling. After all, this was Danxia Manor's territory. If he angered Danxia Manor, just the appearance of the Manor Master would be enough to suppress him.
It's wise to avoid immediate losses.
Han Dongweng chose to keep his mouth shut and obediently sat back in his seat. However, his eyes occasionally drifted toward the direction of the young Martial Artist in the VIP room, a murderous intent rising in his chest.
