"You little punk..."
"You're the first person who's ever dared to talk to me like that!"
"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance. Either you pay for everyone's tab, and I'll forget this ever happened! Or, you can crawl your way out of here!" Wang Jin said with a cold laugh.
"Kid, this is an opportunity from our Young Master. Now give me..." Zhang Yao started to say, but his words were cut short.
Chen Zheng pulled out a black card and slapped it hard on the bar.
"Royal Salute... a bottle for everyone here!"
What the hell? Zhang Yao was stunned. Is he joking? The cheapest bottle of Royal Salute costs at least ten thousand, and there are over ten thousand people here tonight. A rough estimate puts the total at tens of millions. Does this guy really have that kind of money?
Suddenly, everyone in the bar was shocked. They never expected a big spender to appear out of nowhere like this.
