"What kind of attitude is this?" Wang Ming roared, seething with anger.
"Young Master Wang, Young Master Wang, what's going on?" the female deputy manager asked, hurrying over with a smile.
Wang Ming slapped her across the face, sending her staggering back several meters.
"What's going on?" he snarled. "This Prince already reserved this place! Without my permission, no one is allowed in! You didn't even bother to ask me before letting in some random riffraff? This is absolutely detestable!"
The more Wang Ming thought about it, the angrier he became. He slapped the deputy manager several more times, shouting furiously.
"Young Master Wang, please don't be angry," the woman pleaded, helplessly covering her face. "That gentleman is also a supreme VIP. We didn't dare stop him."
"I'm not listening to this bullshit!" Wang Ming clenched his fists, his eyes practically oozing blood. "I don't care if he's some damn supreme VIP! Today, at the Longquan Grand Hotel, I make the rules!"
