After waiting for an hour, Fang Zhicheng called to say his men were ready, some already near the Blueberry nightclub and ready to reinforce at any moment.
Two other groups were stationed at the street exits on either side, ready to rush in.
Roadblocks had also been set up, ensuring that even if someone called the police, the patrol cars wouldn't arrive quickly.
Yang Jian hung up the phone, gave Afeng and the others a look, then downed a drink before clutching his stomach and collapsing onto the sofa.
The young lady next to him was startled by this action and quickly signaled the DJ to turn off the music.
Everyone gathered around, including the accompanying hostesses, the DJ, and the princesses.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Afeng asked, feigning panic.
Yang Jian put on a pained expression. "This wine, there's something wrong with the wine."
Anan immediately became enraged. He grabbed the bottle of foreign liquor and smashed it against the TV screen. "Damn it, trying to poison people with fake wine! Call your boss over."
Seeing the foreign liquor, which cost over ten thousand a bottle, and the TV screen smashed to pieces, the hostesses were terrified. The DJ, however, reacted quickly and rushed outside to call for help.
Anan and Junjun didn't stop. They grabbed beer bottles and went on a rampage, smashing the sound system and lights in the private room. The hostesses finally got scared and ran outside screaming.
In less than a minute, a male supervisor, accompanied by five or six security guards, entered.
"What's going on, gentlemen? Why are you smashing our equipment?"
The supervisor remained restrained. The customers who frequented this place were either wealthy or powerful. Without understanding the situation, he dared not act rashly.
Afeng pointed at Yang Jian. "What's going on? Your wine is problematic, and my brother is poisoned. Get your boss over here immediately, or I'll smash this place to pieces."
"Even if a guest is poisoned, we'll arrange for them to be sent to the hospital immediately. Why smash the equipment?"
"Why are you spouting so much nonsense? Get your boss over here."
"It seems you gentlemen are here to cause trouble. You should have found out where this place is. If you don't give us an explanation today, you probably won't be able to walk out of the nightclub's doors."
Afeng suddenly smiled. "You want an explanation from me? Then tell me, what kind of explanation do you want?"
"The equipment here costs at least two hundred thousand. Without two hundred thousand, you're not leaving. If you pay up promptly, I might let you off the hook."
"Fine, I can give you two hundred thousand, but you need to bring your boss. You're just a lackey, your words don't count."
The supervisor's face darkened. "Since you're deliberately looking for trouble, then don't blame us. Brothers, take them down first."
Before the security guards could make a move, Junjun, who was standing nearby, sprang up and kicked the supervisor in the chest.
Anan and Afeng also launched their attacks simultaneously. These security guards were unarmed, so they naturally fought back bare-handed.
These security guards were only slightly sturdier than ordinary people. Apart from flailing wildly, they had no technique. In the face of Afeng's trio's punches and kicks, they didn't even have a chance to retaliate before being knocked to the ground.
Afeng grabbed the supervisor by the collar and dragged him into the lobby outside. Anan and Junjun followed, supporting Yang Jian, who was clutching his stomach.
"My companion was poisoned by your wine. Call your boss out."
Afeng roared, throwing the supervisor into the middle of the lobby, then motioned for Anan to help Yang Jian onto a three-seater sofa.
Yang Jian lay on the sofa like a puddle of mud, his hands covering his head, obscuring his face. His eyes were slightly closed, constantly observing the movements around him.
Afeng and the other two stood in front of him, awaiting the other party's reaction.
Such a commotion had long alerted the lobby's waitstaff and guests, who were all wondering what had happened.
The supervisor, scrambling to his feet, took out his walkie-talkie. "All security personnel to the lobby. We have someone deliberately causing trouble here."
As soon as he finished speaking, security guards from outside and the lobby surged in, and security personnel from all floors quickly descended.
"Take them down."
The supervisor gave the order, and the security guards immediately rushed towards Afeng and the other two. They were all carrying plastic batons, ready to swarm them. They intended to beat these overconfident fellows to death or at least cripple them. Yang Jian was completely ignored, assumed to be truly poisoned and unconscious.
"Go."
Afeng grunted, his two extendable batons popping out. He charged into the crowd like a tiger emerging from its mountain lair.
Anan and Junjun followed on his left and right flanks, cutting through the chaos like whirlwinds.
On the fifth floor, Fo Ye was drinking with A Yun, recounting some of his experiences with Yang Wu during this period.
A hulking bodyguard, over 1.9 meters tall, knocked twice on the door. "Master Fo, someone is causing trouble on the first floor lobby and has injured many of our men."
Fo Ye looked surprised. "Someone is causing trouble here? What's going on?"
"A guest was poisoned and fell unconscious. His three companions got into a conflict with the security guards. These individuals are skilled, and the security guards on the first floor couldn't hold them back, which is why I'm reporting to you."
"Go down and take a look. Who the hell has the guts to cause trouble at my Fo Ye's stronghold? Notify everyone, block the main entrance, and don't let anyone leave. No calling the police."
Fo Ye stood up and headed for the door. Seeing A Yun also stand up, he quickly said, "It's very chaotic downstairs, you shouldn't..."
A Yun elegantly finished her glass of red wine. "I've been too bored lately. It's rare to have something so exciting. I have to go see. This is our own place, is there any danger?"
"Alright, then stay close to us and don't wander off."
Fo Ye finished speaking and quickly walked towards the door. Four burly bodyguards outside immediately followed him.
When they descended to the first floor via the elevator, the scene before them left them dumbfounded.
More than a dozen security guards lay in the middle of the lobby, groaning in pain.
Three powerfully built men stood with their hands in their pockets, looking mockingly at the security guards who dared not approach.
The onlookers, including guests and staff, numbered over a hundred, crowding in every corner to watch the spectacle, utterly silent.
A disheveled man lay motionless on a sofa, presumably the poisoned guest. No one was near him; he was several meters away from his three companions.
"Friends, this is going too far. Even if your companion is poisoned, you should have sent him to the hospital first, not attacked our security guards here. Can you state your names?"
Fo Ye suppressed his anger. He knew that the people who came here to party were either wealthy or influential. If it turned out to be the son of some high-ranking official, they would have kicked a hornet's nest. Therefore, he tried to speak gently.
Afeng turned around. "You must be the boss. Your wine is problematic, and my companion is poisoned and unconscious. Your staff didn't call an ambulance, but instead spoke rudely and attacked us. We were merely defending ourselves."
The supervisor, hearing this distortion of facts, exclaimed, "Boss, it's not like he says. They deliberately picked a fight. They smashed things first, destroyed the TV and sound equipment in the private room, injured six security guards, and they injured everyone here."