Without any further hesitation, Lin Xiao and Yuan Zheng immediately got in the car and drove towards the White Rose Nightclub.
The night is getting darker.
The White Rose Nightclub was bustling with people.
Lin Lele was currently blocked in the corner of the hall by a young man and two bodyguards.
Although this corner was dark, the four of them were still noticed by many customers. If it were normal, the security guards in the nightclub would have come to Lin Lele's rescue.
After all, Lin Lele is the waitress at Baiqiangwei Nightclub. Although it is not a serious job, she can be regarded as an employee of Baiqiangwei Nightclub.
If an employee is in trouble, the security guards of White Rose Nightclub will definitely come forward.
But now, none of the security guards at Baiqiangwei Nightclub showed up!
Moreover, although the surrounding guests were watching from a distance, no one dared to step forward to rescue Lin Lele.
If not for anything else, it was because the young man who blocked Lin Lele in the corner was none other than the eldest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Zhenglong!
Jiang Zhenglong was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and brand-name sneakers.
He was dressed very casually and refreshingly tonight, but there was a bright red wine stain on the chest of his white shirt, as red as blood.
"Look! Look at the good things you've done!"
Jiang Zhenglong pinched the collar of his clothes with his hands, shook his white shirt, and showed Lin Lele in front of him the bright red wine stain on his chest.
"You fucking dare to dirty my young master's clothes. Do you know how much this young master's shirt is worth? Fifty thousand! Fifty thousand!"
As expected of the eldest son of the Jiang family, a shirt costs 50,000 yuan.
This is really outrageous.
Lin Lele was trembling with fear, and the hand holding the empty wine glass started to shake.
"That, I didn't mean to..."
"Of course I know you didn't do it on purpose. If you had done it on purpose, I would have screwed your little head off long ago!"
Jiang Zhenglong said fiercely.
Hearing this, Lin Lele became even more frightened, knowing that she was in big trouble.
She quickly apologized, took out her phone, quickly edited a text message, and sent it to someone.
Now, only that person could possibly help her.
"Who are you sending a message to? Recruiting reinforcements? Haha, you don't want to ask me who I am! I tell you, I am Jiang Zhenglong, the eldest son of the Jiang family! You damn girl, even if I move here, I won't even bother to ask.
Good job!"
Jiang Zhenglong said with a sneer, and also looked Lin Lele up and down.
Lin Lele was shuddered by Jiang Zhenglong's evil and greedy eyes.
She couldn't help but take a step back, but Jiang Zhenglong took two steps forward, and the distance between them became even closer.
Moreover, the two bodyguards behind Jiang Zhenglong also took two big steps forward, vaguely intending to block Lin Lele's path.
"I really didn't mean it, why don't I pay you compensation..."
Lin Lele said with a cry.
After Jiang Zhenglong heard this, he burst into laughter.
"Can you afford to pay? My shirt costs 50,000 yuan. How can you, a little waitress, afford it? And even if you have that much money, you can't pay me! I gave Barry this shirt.
A famous designer specially designed and produced it for me. It’s the only one in the world! It’s no longer a matter of money!”
After a pause, Jiang Zhenglong said again: "If you really want to compensate me, that's fine. I don't want money, I just want this shirt, and you can compensate me for an identical savior. But, can you do it?"
Of course Lin Lele couldn't do it.
This shirt was indeed custom-made for Jiang Zhenglong by a famous designer in Bali. There is only one in the world. How is it possible to find another shirt that is exactly the same and made by that same designer?