1730: C1730 Dark-haired Man with a Turban

C1730 Dark-haired Man with a Turban

In Kong Guo'ang's eyes, Lin Fann was no longer a threat. After drinking that cup of venomous wine, Lin Fann could only bounce a few times. What else could he do? There was nothing he could do, so he could only passively take a beating.1

Of course, he couldn't do it now, because the poison would take time to take effect. When the poison broke out, it was time for him to cut the leeks.

What are you doing? Who are you?

At this moment, curses suddenly came from the entrance. Soon after, a group of people majestically walked in, led by a tanned man wearing a headscarf.

"To see what's going on?"

Seeing this group of uninvited guests, Kong Guo'ang frowned: "Today, our Kong Family is holding an exhibition, whoever dares to come and cause trouble will not give us face."

The butler immediately walked over quickly, but before he could open his mouth to speak, Dark-haired Man with a Turban pointed at his nose and cursed: "F * ck, you are the person in charge here?"

"Who are you people? Outsiders are not allowed to enter here. Didn't the hotel tell you?"

The butler frowned and scolded them, "Do you see that clearly? Those who are coming are all reputable people. Where did you all come from? Get the hell back to where you all came from?"

Dark-haired Man with a Turban's group looked like countryside bumpkins, and the accent was too heavy. He really didn't know how to deal with this kind of person. To be more precise, he could be rough with him.

"Aiyo, I just asked the hotel. There are empty seats here."

Pointing at the empty table on the left side of the hall, Dark-haired Man with a Turban scolded, "Open your eyes and take a look, are these places also reserved by you guys?"

Being scolded like that, the butler wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say. Just as Dark-haired Man with a Turban said, those tables really weren't reserved.

When the budget was set, the total number of people counted was only a hundred. The lobby was large enough, so there were spare tables.

"What is it? You have nothing to say, right? "

Dark-haired Man with a Turban spat on the ground, then waved to his companions behind him: "Come up, move them all up to that position."

The three of them carried a big box, a total of five big boxes onto the table. This commotion was too great, the guests all looked over.

"What happened? Are these five boxes from Kong Family?"

"It seems like someone is here to cause trouble. Kong Family's butler is in the middle of communicating with the other party. However, the current communication area doesn't seem to be going smoothly."

"Someone dares to mess with our Kong Family, do you want to die?"

The voices continued and everyone stood up from their seats out of curiosity. It seemed that it was time to eat the melon again. He quickly found out what was going on.

Seeing the butler running back, Kong Guo'ang was displeased: "What's going on? Can't we chase them away? "

"Something's wrong. They've booked the remaining five tables."

Cautiously glancing at Kong Guo'ang, the butler swallowed his saliva: "It's hard to communicate with the hotel, and they seem to have quite a strong background. It's impossible to tell who the hotel is by talking about them."

"Trash, you can't even do such a small thing."

Kong Guo'ang glared at the steward, but he was confused about the actions of the group of people. Anyone who dared to come and cause trouble here would definitely know that this place was covered by Kong Family. Who wouldn't be afraid to provoke their Kong Family?

"Patriarch, should I find some people to drive them away?" The butler thought for a moment and said, "These people should not be local people. They are not fluent in Chinese and have a very heavy accent."

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