A very strange banquet.
In the vast, empty bar, only four people were present. There was the host, Han Ling, and behind him stood Song Li, Song Hao, and a single bodyguard.
"Qin Lin!"
The moment Song Hao saw Qin Lin walk into the bar, his eyes filled with ferocious rage. He immediately flew into a fury, glaring maliciously at him.
If looks could kill, he would have already torn Qin Lin limb from limb and fed the pieces to the dogs.
"Please." Han Ling, however, did not allow Song Hao to insult or provoke Qin Lin. Instead, he simply smiled and gestured for Qin Lin to come forward.
SCRAPE.
Qin Lin ignored the furious glare from Song Hao, directly pulled out a chair, and silently sat down across from Han Ling.
"Excellent!"
Seeing Qin Lin down a glass of whiskey in a single gulp, Han Ling laughed and set down his own glass. Without another word, he began to applaud.
CLAP! CLAP!
CREAK! CLICK!
