"Boss, something's happened! Someone's here to cause trouble, and I'm worried Ah Dong won't be able to handle it." It was Sister Xia who spoke, her voice clearly flustered.

Tang Ping remained calm and asked, "Don't panic, who is the other party?"

"He said his name was Zhao Yu, I don't know him either, but he seems to be someone important. He's the one who stood up for those four drunk people who caused trouble last night," Sister Xia said.

"Understood. Tell Adong to hold back for now. No matter how angry the other party gets, don't make a move. Let me handle it."

Tang Ping gave a word of advice and immediately drove straight to Wan Zi Qian Hong KTV.

He had a conversation with Meng Dehai today, and Meng Dehai actually said something very true.

Since the goal is to focus on the group's core businesses, there's really no need to get involved in these entertainment venues. After all, they are entertainment venues, and it's not like we're in a peaceful and prosperous era where there will be a lot of trouble.

When the car arrived at the entrance of Wan Zi Qian Hong, Sister Xia was already waiting at the door with two girls.

Seeing Tang Ping was like seeing a lifeline; he said, "Boss, you really can't blame A Dong this time. He was standing up for the girls under my command."

The cause of the incident was quite simple: the four drunk guests that Hu Xiandong threw out yesterday had powerful connections.

Today, the person in charge arrived. As soon as he walked in, he ordered more than a dozen girls. Then, in the private room, he demanded that the girls accompany him to suck flour.

Although the girls in "A Riot of Colors" make a living by selling their bodies, it's all out of necessity and out of necessity.

First of all, sucking flour is not allowed in the venue. Secondly, Tang Ping does not allow anyone to touch it. Anyone who gets involved will be expelled.

The girls refused, so the other party started causing trouble.

Even after Hu Xiandong stepped in, he couldn't suppress them, because the other party had actually brought weapons with them.

Ordinary disturbances are one thing, but once guns are involved, the problem becomes serious.

As Tang Ping walked, he listened to Sister Xia talk. He pondered whether he should call Li Xiang and ask them to handle it, but in the end, Tang Ping dismissed the idea.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Li Xiang, but rather that he found him troublesome.

Inside the private room, the glass door was closed, and two of the other party's henchmen were guarding the door.

Tang Ping tried to go in, but the two underlings blocked his way. He smiled faintly, reached out and pushed the underlings aside, then led Sister Xia inside.

In the large private room, the four drunk guests from last night were sitting on the sofa, along with a young man with dyed yellow hair, dressed in a suit and tie.

Judging from his clothes, Tang Ping knew that this young man was no ordinary person.

Because last time Chen Shuting took him to the mall to buy clothes, the young man was wearing one of those outfits that cost thousands or tens of thousands of yuan.

A silver pistol sat on the table, and several young women knelt on the ground, trembling. Some of them had been beaten.

Hu Xiandong stood there, bloodstains at the corner of his mouth, and his face looked as if he had been slapped several times.

The young man didn't even raise his eyelids when he saw Tang Ping enter. He continued to stare at Hu Xiandong and said with a sinister smile, "My name is Zhao Yu. When I returned to China last year, Xu Jiang even went to the airport to pick me up. He had to bow and scrape when he saw me. You don't recognize me, you bastard?"

Hu Xiandong gritted his teeth and said, "I was blind to your greatness, but I'm sorry, we really don't allow snorting flour in our establishment. Also, if you're angry, take it out on me, it has nothing to do with these girls, let them leave."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yu laughed, but his smile became even more sinister.

He grabbed the pistol from the table, pointed it at Hu Xiandong's head, and said arrogantly, "What the hell did you say? I can't hear you! Tell me, can this one bullet take your dog's life? Bang! Hahaha..."

As he spoke, Zhao Yu lightly pulled the trigger, mimicking firing a gun.

Seeing the cold sweat pouring down Hu Xiandong's forehead, a wicked smile immediately appeared on his face, and he sneered, "I thought you were some tough guy, but it turns out you're afraid of dying too, haha, did you wet your pants?"

Hu Xiandong looked embarrassed, but he stood still without moving.

Tang Ping walked over, pulled Hu Xiandong aside, picked up a bottle of red wine from the table, poured himself a glass, and then stepped forward with a smile to offer a toast: "Zhao Yu, right, Young Master Zhao? After so many years in Jinghai, I still haven't found out anything about Young Master Zhao. This is my fault. Here, let me drink first as a sign of respect and an apology to Young Master Zhao!"

After saying that, Tang Ping tilted his head back and drank a glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Who are you?" Zhao Yu raised his eyelids and glanced at Tang Ping.

Tang Ping laughed and said, "I'm just a nobody, the boss of Wan Zi Qian Hong. Young Master Zhao, what brings you here?"

Peace is the best policy, and Tang Ping originally intended to settle things peacefully before he had figured out the other party's background.

He has already bowed his head first.

But this young master Zhao doesn't seem to have any intention of giving him face.

Zhao Yu stared at Tang Ping, his mockery deepening, and said, "Oh? Aren't you their master? Heh, do you think you can withstand this shot from me?"

He took the gun and pointed it at Tang Ping's forehead.

"boss!"

Hu Xiandong and Sister Xia were both anxious and wanted to step forward, but the thugs the other party brought on the sofa immediately stopped them.

Tang Ping glanced at the muzzle of the gun on his forehead, his expression calm and composed. He said indifferently, "The Desert Eagle, which was introduced in 1983, has a small caliber but great power. It can empty an 8-round magazine in 20 seconds. It became a sensation because of Schwarzenegger. However, Young Master Zhao, you've probably been fooled. This gun seems to be fake."

"Fake? Why don't you try and see if I can kill you with one shot?" Zhao Yu's face twitched, but he still grinned maliciously.

Tang Ping remained calm and composed, and laughed, "I bet your gun isn't loaded!"

"Then go die!"

Zhao Yu's face contorted with rage as he spoke, pulling the trigger and letting out a strange "bang" sound.

Throughout the entire process, Tang Ping remained calm and composed, without making a single movement.

As expected, no bullets were fired from the Desert Eagle; instead, a stream of water shot out.

This is a water gun!

Everyone was stunned. They never expected that such a tense and dangerous atmosphere would be caused by a water gun.

Zhao Yu, holding the gun, burst into laughter and said, "Hahaha, were you all scared? This is a toy gun I bought when I was studying in America. Doesn't it look real?"

"So alike, so incredibly alike!"

"Young Master Zhao, you just startled me! I thought you were really going to shoot someone!"

"Haha, Young Master Zhao is so humorous!"

The people on the sofa all chimed in with their support.

They were indeed startled. Everyone thought that Zhao Yu was holding a real gun. The craftsmanship of the simulation was so good that even Hu Xiandong thought it was a real thing.