After a while, amidst the deafening sound of the music, a commotion and noise came from the direction of the dance floor. Keira Leaf lifted her head, hesitated for a moment, then got up and quietly squeezed into the crowd.
"Forefather is hitting you! If you want to sue me, go ahead! I tell you, in this narrow land, everyone has to show some respect to me, Walter King. Even if you go to sue, we'll see if they dare to accept!"
A man in a floral shirt, with a gold chain draped around his neck, viciously kicked the face of another man who had fallen to the ground, his hand gilded with gold still gripping a gorgeous woman and refusing to let go.
"Let me go! Let me go!" The woman, crying, tried to shake off Walter's hand, but ended up being groped even more, which only made her cry harder.