Fortunately, these staff members were aware of Cheng Sheng's status, and carried him with particular steadiness. Cheng Sheng took this opportunity to cultivate energy and regulate his body, finally dissolving the bruise on his chest and letting out a breath of relief.
"You guys, take me to the second-floor VIP lounge," Cheng Sheng's voice was very weak.
The few men were startled, "Mr. Cheng, you need treatment for your injuries!"
"Take me to the VIP lounge immediately, I don't want to say it a third time!" Cheng Sheng slightly raised his voice in anger.
"Yes!"
The men did not dare to disobey Cheng Sheng and quickly carried him upstairs to the second floor.
Why did Cheng Sheng want to go to the VIP lounge? Although he couldn't enter the race himself, watching Black Overlord brutally crush Little Red would be gratifying, or at least it would offer some consolation!
"Mr. Cheng, are you okay?" Seeing Cheng Sheng being carried in, the underlings promptly gathered around.
