Giving a bit of Advice

Shanghai, Dynasty Clubhouse.

An expensive supercar roared as it entered the clubhouse entrance and then stopped in the parking lot. Following that, several security guards hurriedly opened the car’s doors.

“Get Yu Zhi inside.”

Li Zhen got off and said with a cold and detached expression.

Li Zhen’s gang quickly entered the main hall. They then took the elevator straight to the third floor to a magnificently decorated and spacious lounge. The several security guards who followed them then put the fainted youth on the sofa before leaving one after another.

“Fuck! He’s too rampant. Too arrogant! Brother Zhen, I can’t stomach this insult!” A young man dressed in outlandish clothes cried out angrily.

Li Zheng coldly stared at him and then asked, “You can’t stomach this insult, but do you think we can? The fucking damned thing is that we can’t. And we have no means to retaliate.”