But as these words fell, a person suddenly appeared beside Shen Jing.
Seeing this person, many people present screamed, especially the women, whose eyes widened, and some even fainted from excitement.
The crowd erupted in a commotion.
And all of this was because of the man in the suit who had appeared beside Shen Jing.
The man's face was chiseled, and he looked quite handsome. The muscles beneath his suit were faintly visible, adding to his masculine charm.
He walked out, his expressionless face fixed on Song Qiao. The man in the suit nodded at him and introduced himself.
"Hello, my name is Han Yong!"
As soon as he spoke, the surrounding screams intensified, and faint whispers could be heard.
"Han Yong! It's actually Han Yong! My idol, he's a world champion in Taekwondo!"
"I can't believe I'm seeing such a prominent figure at a bar. My trip was definitely worth it!"
"I didn't expect Madam Shen's bodyguard to be Han Yong! This is so exciting!"
"If you're going to be a woman, be like Madam Shen, having a global champion as your bodyguard!"
"..."
Various voices reached Song Qiao's ears, causing him to rub them. He glanced at the screaming crowd, his gaze darkening slightly.
A global Taekwondo champion?
Just a show, he thought, not of much practical use in a real fight.
Song Qiao nodded at Han Yong, his attitude very indifferent.
"Song Qiao."
Then, Song Qiao turned his attention back to Madam Shen.
"Madam, what do you mean by this? I don't believe we have any enmity, yet you immediately threaten to throw me out?"
Madam Shen's eyes were cold. She didn't respond but glanced at Han Yong. Han Yong immediately understood, nodded respectfully, and then stood in front of Madam Shen, looking at Song Qiao with a face full of sarcasm and mockery.
"Who do you think you are? What are you? How dare you speak to Madam like that?"
"Madam asked you to acknowledge the outcome of the previous wager, and you refused. Since that's the case, we'll have to use some means to make you forget about it."
As he spoke, Han Yong clenched his fists and lightly rotated his neck, causing a cracking sound.
Just as he was about to make a move, Song Qiao suddenly burst out laughing. Han Yong paused his movement, frowned, and stared at Song Qiao, bewildered.
After laughing, Song Qiao pouted, crossed his arms, and smiled at Madam Shen, scrutinizing her.
After a moment's thought, he said with a chuckle.
"I was asking the master, does this dog need to chime in? It's quite annoying when it barks."
Madam Shen's brows furrowed deeply. "How vulgar!"
"So what if I'm vulgar? This is just who I am. Madam, if you can't adapt, then perhaps you should speak to me less."
Song Qiao shrugged, looking helpless.
"Madam, you should leave. This kind of place might not be suitable for you."
His face darkened considerably, and he was about to make a move. Madam Shen suddenly stopped him, glanced at Cui Haoze, who was already lying unconscious on the ground. Han Yong nodded and helped Cui Haoze up.
The next second, Cui Haoze's face received a resounding slap.
The slap was incredibly loud, and Cui Haoze woke up in pain.
Feeling the stinging pain on his face, he was about to lash out when he realized it was Han Yong, and that Madam Shen had ordered it. He immediately put on a fawning smile.
He stood up respectfully beside Madam Shen, his head slightly bowed.
"I apologize, Madam."
"You have such a weak constitution. You faint just from being spoken to a couple of times?"
Madam Shen shook her head, looking at him.
Cui Haoze remained silent, a wry smile appearing on his face.
This scene left the onlookers stunned. They all stared at Madam Shen and Cui Haoze, secretly swallowing their saliva.
"That's Cui Haoze! He's the former CEO of that pharmaceutical company!"
"Damn, even someone like him smiles sheepishly when treated like this by Madam Shen?"
"I think this woman must be a chaebol. We can't comprehend the happiness of chaebols."
"..."
A heated discussion broke out around them.
Xiao Lin Bar had extremely high consumption prices. Those who could enter were not ordinary people and had very keen senses.
They naturally understood the reason very quickly.
After slapping Cui Haoze awake, Han Yong looked coldly at Song Qiao.
Song Qiao didn't even pay him much attention. He looked at Madam Shen and shook his head, saying softly.
"Madam Big Stick, your bodyguard is quite fierce."
"And I advise you not to make a move. When I start fighting, I tend to lose control. If I accidentally kill someone, I won't take responsibility."
Madam Shen's brows immediately furrowed deeply, and her eyes were filled with disgust as she looked at Song Qiao. She hadn't expected to encounter someone like this at Xiao Lin Bar.
However, under the public gaze, with some people already taking out their phones to record, despite her rage, Madam Shen maintained a very graceful demeanor.
Her chin slightly lifted, Madam Shen stared at Song Qiao and said coldly.
"If you want this matter to be swept under the rug, it's not entirely impossible."
She paused there. Song Qiao raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
Madam Shen did not keep him waiting. Song Qiao's previous behavior suggested he didn't want to escalate the situation.
She then let out a soft humph.
"You were indeed in the wrong earlier, being vulgar first. Therefore, you must apologize to my people."
"The wager between you and Cui Haoze will also be nullified."
Song Qiao remained expressionless as he listened.
Madam Shen, seeing Song Qiao's calm expression, said softly.
"As long as you can do these things, I can overlook your previous disrespect."
The onlookers gasped in amazement.
"This, this... it's clear she's protecting her own."
"Yes, to have such a show of force, she must be a chaebol. In that case, President Song has suffered a great loss. He can only swallow his pride today."
"Speaking of which, I heard about the wager between President Song and Cui Haoze. It was worth a hundred million. If it's canceled, that hundred million will be gone."
"..."
The surrounding voices rose and fell, but Song Qiao remained unfazed, his expression calm as he looked at Madam Shen.
"Madam, what if I disagree?"
Madam Shen's voice suddenly turned cold: "If you disagree, then I'll have Han Yong have a chat with you."
"Is that so..." Song Qiao feigned understanding and nodded lightly. He glanced at the eager Han Yong and chuckled.
"You're asking me to choose between getting beaten up and losing a hundred million."
Madam Shen did not reply, merely staring at him coldly.
Song Qiao shook his head and smiled.
"If I don't want to get beaten up, I'd lose a hundred million. That's too much of a loss. For that sum of money, I'd rather take a beating."