"Zhu San? Upstairs!"
The steward trembled.
Because the evil aura emanating from the black-robed figure was simply too startling.
He had no doubt that if the black-robed man took offense, he would kill him as easily as slicing through a melon.
"Take me there, and if that Zhu San isn't present, then await your death!"
The black-robed man was irritable and bellowed.
"He's there! Definitely there!"
Upon hearing this, the steward immediately nodded his head rapidly, like a chick pecking at rice.
Upstairs.
Zhu San and the others were still unaware of what was happening below.
Because they were in a private room, the soundproofing was exceptionally good.
Boom!
Just then.
The door to the private room was kicked open.
Shattered splinters instantly sprayed over the dining table.
Zhu San was drinking when the kicked-open door smashed right onto him.
"Who the hell is it?!"
This sudden incident enraged Zhu San in an instant.
"Are you Zhu San?"