Jin Biao took a deep breath, struggling to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Security guards are people too, and they have dignity. When Young Master Zong injures someone, he must give our guards justice."
Zong Qingzhi laughed heartily.
He stood up, wandered around the hall, and said indifferently.
"Only the strong can talk about justice and dignity. It's very simple if you want justice."
"As long as your fists are hard enough, I'm willing to lose face and apologize to the security guards, why not?"
Jin Biao took a deep breath, with a sharp gleam in his eyes.
"Since that's the case, let me represent my brothers and learn from Elder Patriarch Zong."
Zong Qingzhi sneered: "I'm old, the Kung Fu I learned before has long been abandoned."
"However, it's not like our Qingmen is without talent. There are plenty of people to spar with Minister Jin."
He clapped his hands, and a young man with a indifferent expression came out from the inner door of the hall and saluted Zong Qingzhi.
