"What?"
Hao Jian's cold laughter made Lian Yong's face change slightly. His eyes flickered as he glanced around at the other guests. A flash of inspiration hit him, and he said to Hao Jian, "What did you say, I... I don't understand..."
"Don't understand?"
Upon hearing this, Hao Jian sneered, his hand suddenly reaching out and gripping Lian Yong's neck, coldly saying, "Now do you understand?!"
"You... you can't..."
With Hao Jian's hand on his neck, Lian Yong's face slowly turned red. Enduring the pain in his throat, he still managed to speak: "There are so many people here, aren't you... aren't you afraid they'll call the police?!"
"Idiot."
Hearing Lian Yong's words, Hao Jian shook his head. Lian Yong was merely trying to make him bear the public pressure, but unfortunately, he didn't understand Hao Jian, nor did he understand Hao Jian's strength, and he certainly didn't understand the mindset of the outsiders here.
