"I came here to spend money, and you saw how many people ganged up on me. If I hadn't had several years of training, they would have really hurt me. I'm extremely dissatisfied with the service at the Imperial Palace Club. It's clear that I was the one being bullied, yet I still have to endure your scolding. What do you think you are, a bunch of nobodies? If it weren't for your boss inviting me, I wouldn't have come to this dump," he said.

Ling Zhenfei suddenly became very angry, instantly suppressing Fatty's presence. He was manipulating the situation; he didn't believe these guards would let things escalate.

As expected, Fatty was stunned. He had never encountered such a temperamental guest. Looking at the few people lying on the floor, it was clear to him that the man before him was no ordinary guest. Unfortunately, since he was wearing a mask, his actual appearance remained unknown.

"I apologize, sir. We will investigate this matter thoroughly and provide you an explanation. Sir, may I have your last name?"

"Last name, my foot! Tell Wei Damin, I'm very angry today. Where's the exit? I want to leave," Zhenfei roared.

Hearing that Ling Zhenfei was preparing to leave, the bodyguards seemed troubled, exchanging glances with Fatty, who also seemed unsure how to proceed.

"What are you waiting for? Lead me out right now. I don't want to stay here a second longer!" he demanded.

"According to our rules, it's too early to leave now," Fatty reluctantly explained.

"Don't give me that nonsense. Are you tired of living? Do you want me to call your boss after I leave?" he threatened.

"Yes, yes, yes, I'll take you there right now," Fatty replied hastily.

Ling Zhenfei had stunned several people at the Imperial Palace Club, a place filled with either the very wealthy or the very titled; randomly pulling any individual there could lead to trouble.

Ling Zhenfei winked at Zhuo Yue, who secretly gave Ling Zhenfei a thumbs up. When Zhenfei had berated those Sharks, Zhuo Yue had been really scared. If those Sharks had suddenly turned violent, their cover would have been completely blown.

Who would have thought Ling Zhenfei could bluff so convincingly, and that the Sharks actually believed him, even going so far as to escort them?

They followed Fatty towards the exit. They had thought the exit was the same one they had entered through, but only then did they realize that was a complete mistake—the exit was through another passageway in a different corner.

"Sir, how should I address you? We should have an answer ready in case our boss asks about it tomorrow," Fatty probed, trying to find out Ling Zhenfei's name.

"Your boss should call me 'Second Master.' Wei Damin should call me 'Third Uncle.' Once you mention it, they'll definitely know," Ling Zhenfei bluffed, leaving Fatty more confused. In Fatty's mind, if their boss was 'Second Master' and Wei Damin was to call him 'Third Uncle,' what exactly was the relationship? However, he didn't dare ask directly.

"Attention everyone, attention everyone, intruder alert, intruder alert. Immediately seal all entrances and exits. Do not let anyone escape."

Just as Ling Zhenfei and Fatty reached the door, it was within reach, but then they suddenly heard a man's voice come through Fatty's walkie-talkie.

"It's bad, sir. They're about to lock down the main gates. Someone has infiltrated," Fatty alarmed.

"We are already at the door; surely leaving now shouldn't be a problem?" Ling Zhenfei was incredibly anxious, merely a moment away from being ushered out by this brainless Fatty.

"No, of course, that's not possible. An intrusion definitely means something serious has happened. Please wait a bit longer," Fatty said.

At that moment, those at the doorway began closing it. If that door shut, escaping would not be easy.

"No way, why are you in such a hurry to get out, could it be you're the infiltrator?" Fatty suddenly became suspicious, his beady eyes assessing Ling Zhenfei up and down.

"Smack!"

"Damn it, how dare you question me, do you know I'm your boss's beloved uncle?"

Ling Zhenfei slapped Fatty across the face and then burst into a torrent of curses. Fatty had already begun to doubt Ling Zhenfei's identity, but the slap had thoroughly squashed his suspicions.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong, beloved uncle."

Fatty nodded and bowed repeatedly, anxious not to anger Ling Zhenfei. He relied on the Imperial Palace Club for his livelihood. The Sharks had many businesses, but all they involved were fighting and killing; nowhere was as comfortable as here.

In the Imperial Palace Club, there were drinks, food, and all sorts of women to enjoy. Where else could he find such a good job? If he lost his job because he offended the man before him, it would be a huge loss.

"Hurry up and open the door let us out, I'm telling you, I can't stay here for another minute."

Those few folks were just about to lock the door, but at that moment, they all froze, turning to look at Fatty, their leader, for his decision.

"Open the door, let the beloved uncle leave, he doesn't want to stay here."

On Fatty's command, the previously closed door opened once again. Seeing the passageway now open, Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue couldn't help but feel delighted. Who would have thought it would go this smoothly? It would be even better if they could get out smoothly too.

"Fatty, are you insane? Quickly, catch those two."

Just as Ling Zhenfei and Zhuo Yue were about to boldly walk out, a shout suddenly came from afar.

As soon as Ling Zhenfei heard the shout, he knew they had been exposed. He glanced behind and saw a large group of people running towards them from the direction he'd come from. The group, armed with machetes half a meter long, were the very two who had been chatting in the room, followed by a large group of Sharks.

At that moment, Fatty and several doormen realized it was too late to close the doors. Simultaneously, they lunged towards Ling Zhenfei, attempting to catch him.

Of course, Ling Zhenfei was not the type to be caught so easily. He dodged the lunging men and started running, pulling Zhuo Yue along.

Fatty, who was very close, threw a punch at Ling Zhenfei. Although not the sharpest tool in the shed, he was really good in a fight. His fist, large as a sandpot, swooshed through the air as it came.

Ling Zhenfei dodged Fatty's attack and then pushed Zhuo Yue away.

"You run first, I'll follow right behind."

Zhuo Yue knew how skilled Ling Zhenfei was. Staying would only be a burden. He nodded and said, "I'll wait for you ahead," then ran into the passageway.

Ling Zhenfei stood at the entrance of the passageway; he had to hold them off to give Zhuo Yue a chance to escape.

At this moment, Fatty, mad as a hatter, lunged at Ling Zhenfei, his large hands wildly flailing. Knowing Ling Zhenfei had deceived him so badly, his rage was unimaginable. If Ling Zhenfei truly escaped, Fatty couldn't clear himself of the implication, so he was beyond caring about Ling Zhenfei's capabilities and was determined to use his body to catch him.

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