When Zhong Feng opened the door to the private room, his face darkened. He glanced at Chen Li in question, but the man did not respond. What could he say to defend himself? He was no match for the little lady boss. And Zhong Feng had been clear that he was not to interfere with her life. He was only supposed to eliminate obstacles while allowing her to do as she pleased.
It was not his fault that the night had escalated. The evening had started without incident. He had not been concerned about anything, except for Hu Lei's teasing behaviour. How could he have guessed that the night would turn into a scene from a mafia movie?
Zhong Feng turned his eyes back to the room. In one corner, there were three men standing with bruises, looking chastised. He could guess the general occurrence of events which had led to their condition. They lifted their heads to look at him before looking down again.