An hour later, at the Sky Earth Entertainment Club, a Lamborghini stopped at the entrance.
Lin Chen walked into the club where at that moment it was teeming with people, many rhythmically swaying to the music.
Lin Chen suddenly bumped into a young drunkard, who glanced at Lin Chen, a smile spreading across his face.
"You, you, I recognize you, I've seen your photo," the drunkard said, pointing at Lin Chen, racking his brain to remember.
Suddenly, as if recalling something, he yelled, "I remember now, your name is Lin Chen!"
As the drunkard called out Lin Chen's name, the entire bustling club suddenly went silent, everyone staring at Lin Chen in shock.
"Damn, it's really Lin Chen!"
Instantly, everyone in the club pulled out iron rods, their gazes icily fixed on Lin Chen.
Seeing the hundred or so people in the club armed with iron rods, Lin Chen couldn't help but smile wryly.
This Zhang Hai really knows how to play; turns out all the guests in the club were his bodyguards.
