Zheng Datong hung up the phone, his expression filled with delight!

However, the venomous glare in his eyes grew even more intense.

Especially feeling the intense pain on his shoulder, he wished Ye Qing could just come and kill Zhang Fan right now.

Heh, Ye Qing, the eldest young master of the Ye Family.

Such an identity is truly intimidating.

Isn't it just being good at fighting?

In today's society, it's not about having physical strength and beating a few people that makes you impressive.

It's about having money and status.

Especially seeing Zhang Fan and his group laughing and chatting, the hatred on his face became even more apparent.

Fatty Liu stood aside, feeling deeply uneasy.

"Boss Zheng, why don't we head to the hospital first?"

Seeing Zheng Datong's pale face, forehead full of cold sweat, and body shaking, he sneaked a glance at Zhang Fan's side, wanting to run away immediately.

When gods fight, mortals suffer!

He was just a little nobody; intimidating ordinary people was fine, but in this situation, he was just cannon fodder!

Even if Zhang Fan's group got taken care of by Ye Qing, if they held him accountable, he'd be doomed!

And it would be really bad.

So, he didn't want to stay here a moment longer.

Zheng Datong gritted his teeth and shook his head: "I won't go to the hospital until I see that kid dead. This feud is irreconcilable! It's either him or me!"

Fatty Liu's mouth twitched, sneering coldly in his heart.

Are you even worthy?

If you want to die, don't drag me down with you, okay? Even if they can't deal with the Ye Family's young master, killing you would be a piece of cake!

And irreconcilable feud, huh, wasn't it just a beating? You read too many martial arts novels.

If you've got guts, grab a knife and go head-on!

"Boss Zheng, my youngest son caught a cold recently, I must go home immediately, why don't I leave first?" Fatty Liu said softly.

"Heh, are you married? Damn, where'd the son come from? Fatty Liu, don't think I don't know your situation, stop bullshitting, if you dare to take a step, I'll break your legs!"

Zheng Datong was both angry and furious!

Damn, can't you even come up with a decent lie?

Who the hell would fancy you?

Upon hearing this, Fatty Liu's eyes narrowed immediately.

Right, damn, Zheng Datong knows his situation; he doesn't even have a girlfriend, where'd the son come from.

After being exposed, Zheng Datong smiled sheepishly, then sat on a chair, looking extremely terrified in Zhang Fan's direction.

At this moment, Zhang Fan's side was on a roll.

"Eat whatever! Order anything expensive, don't be shy with me!" Plates were piled up in front of Zhang Fan.

On the menu, each item had a note of X10!

They had already drunk ten bottles of '82 Lafite.

Watching Zhang Fan, whose appetite was terrifying, the people in the command room were utterly flabbergasted.

Holy shit, this foodie, in just a while, they had already spent hundreds of thousands just on alcohol!

With some luxury foods added in, it's like seven or eight hundred thousand!

Suddenly, everyone with a grudge against the rich grabbed the menu and went all out ordering.

And Li Yu and the group were even less polite.

As members of the Dragon Group, their daily physical consumption was terrifying, their appetite was about five times that of ordinary people.

Yet the food portions here were quite small.

So, at least half of the hotel staff came over.

"Phew, I'm exhausted, what are these people doing, eating so much! Are they here for a free meal?" said a food delivery staff, leaning against the wall, sneaking a peek at Zhang Fan's side, looking incredibly surprised.

"Damn, if it weren't for the car they arrived in, the manager would have taken action long ago. You see, all the hotel's security is on this floor. If those guys dare to dine and dash, I bet they'll be carried out." scoffed another.

"But the spending here is crazy, that guy alone has eaten up seventy-one thousand worth of food. Our entire stock of '82 Lafite is gone."

"Holy shit, is it that crazy?"

"Yeah, the manager is managing the accounts over there; these over fifty people have eaten up at least two million worth."

Upon hearing that, the group of staff were utterly dumbfounded.

Holy shit, two million?

Damn, what the hell!

That much money?

And it was at this point, a middle-aged man in formal wear came over.

His face didn't look too good.

He had just checked all the bills; over fifty people had already spent two point nine million here.

Although he was someone worldly!

But who the hell comes here to eat that much food?

Generally, even big bosses would only spend over a hundred thousand; a bottle of Lafite and some dishes would be enough.

But this group, except for eating, was just eating.

Did they not eat for ten days or something?

So, he found it necessary to check things out.

"Manager Qu!"

"Hmm!"

Qu Qibing nodded and then walked over to Zhang Fan's side.

"Sir, I am the hotel lobby manager, Qu Qibing. It's a great honor to have you all visit. Are you satisfied with our food?"

Qu Qibing didn't know who these people were. Having been a lobby manager for so many years, he naturally knew how to communicate with guests.

And he had inquired with the bodyguards that they came by car!

But now, he was really questioning the true identity of this group.

Except for a few individuals, their dining manners were hurried and not very elegant.

Could this group really be here to cause trouble?

After twenty seconds, Qu Qibing's expression became very awkward.

Because not a single person responded to him.

"Gentlemen, may I ask..."

However, before Qu Qibing could finish, Zhang Fan looked up: "The wine is fine, but the food, it's way off from a hotpot!"

Upon hearing this, Qu Qibing directly exploded.

Dammit, my Five-Star hotel, and you're comparing it to a hotpot?

Screw that!

How much is a hotpot?

Each dish here costs thousands; how can it compare?

And you're saying it's way off?

Are you here to cause trouble?

"Mom, where are Master Wei and Master Zhen? It's been so long since I ate what they cooked; this stuff is just trash!" Zhang Fan turned and said to his mom.

Deep Sea!

And the dishes Master Wei makes, like 'Longing', 'Homecoming', are just too delicious.

As for the others, they can't even compare to hotpot.

The taste is average, the portions are small, and the service is slow.

How can it compare to the satisfaction of hotpot?

"Oh, they're retired and are at home researching new stuff. Before, because of me, they would make some every week. This stuff is actually okay," Bai Xi smiled.

Upon hearing this, Qu Qibing sneered coldly!

"Since our food is trash, then don't eat it!"

And just then, Zhang Fan also sneered: "What, it's bad but we can't talk about it?"

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