Zhao Yuanji, seeing the situation, was completely panicked. His face filled with terror, his legs went weak, and just as he tried to turn and run, Xu Xiangbei grabbed his wrist forcefully, pinching it so painfully that Zhao cried out for his mother and bent over, nearly kneeling to Xu Xiangbei.
"What do you want to do? Let me tell you, my father is the chairman of Long River Group. Not only does he own Penglai Hotel, but many other restaurants and hotels, with assets worth billions. He's connected with big figures in the city. If you harm me, you'll end up in jail immediately, maybe even poor for life!" Zhao Yuanji shouted, his face twisted in agony or anger.
Xu Xiangbei immediately let him go, his face feigning a look of deep thought and terror, as if truly frightened by something.
