Gao Liang immediately said to Chen Yuting, "Quick, serve the dishes! I'm going to the second-floor private room to thoroughly enjoy the meal!" "Yes, husband!" Chen Yuting smiled happily, just about to head into the inner hall to assign staff, when she noticed a group of people arriving at the entrance of Mengzhu Hotel, shouting at the female server, "Hurry up! Bring me a hundred bottles of Pepsi!" Gao Liang glanced over and saw a man with a scar leading twenty or so toughs. The scene clearly indicated they weren't easy customers. The female server immediately reported to Chen Yuting, who looked slightly anxious, since the server explained that these people were entirely unsatisfied—mere eaters who didn't pay a cent, and were the local power players here. Last time, during the store's anniversary celebration, they had come to eat and drink for free. At that time, Gao Liang's three close friends were out on an outing, so they had managed to get their way. Chen Yuting's anxious expression Gao Liang naturally noticed, and he reassured her, "Wife, don't worry—there's me here." "You just serve the dishes as they come—what they order, you serve!" "But they're eating white... rice?" "Ah, what's your husband like?" High Light gave a disdainful glance at the twenty-some brash thugs: "My husband hasn't even looked them in the eye!" At that moment, Jin Jia and Yin Jia approached and said to High Light, "Master, shall I take action?" "No, I'm the director—everything follows my instructions. Clear?" High Light issued his command, and the two attendants nodded eagerly. Meanwhile, the man with the scar, after several dishes had been brought by Chen Yuting's staff, began to eat and drink with the twenty-some thugs, bustling and chatting. After three cups of wine, his eyes grew restless, constantly glancing at the attractive female server beside him—his gaze, as insistent as a fly, would settle on the edge of an egg and then dart in, as if it were already making its way through. And these attractive female servers are not only beautiful—they possess a certain demeanor cultivated by Chen Yuting. This well-rounded elegance in the servers is the result of Chen Yuting’s rigorous efforts in human resources, involving careful selection and strict training before they are deemed qualified for onboarding. I can't believe these girls here are so slow on the uptake. They've got bodies like blooming branches, yet they're just sitting idle. Other hotels offer special services as part of the package—here, though, hmph! It seems we're going to have to spice things up today! "Who's the manager?!" the scar-faced man bellowed. "Come here and serve me!" Chen Yuting stepped forward, but under Gao Huang's quiet signal, she said, "I'm sorry, but we're a full-service hotel. I think you'd be better off going to the next one." "Fine! Brothers! Let's go!" With a wave of his hand, the scar-faced man gestured for the group of thugs to move out. "Before you leave, could you please settle your bill?" Chen Yuting had a certain presence—calm yet commanding, warm yet imposing. It worked well with the staff, but not with these thugs. After all, when you're dealing with a local power player from the street scene, there's simply no room for courtesy or principle. The man with the knife scar, having grown used to eating free, immediately pulled out a dagger from his hand and threw it at the table with a sharp "crash." The blade plunged straight into the table, making a series of sharp clinks as it trembled slightly. Chen Yuting felt afraid and quickly took shelter behind Gao Huang. In Chen Yuting's eyes, Gao Huang was her solid support. Gao Huang smiled gently at the man with the knife scar and said, "Pepsi — everyone happy! Dream Pearl Hotel charges cash for all guests, no exceptions. We won't tolerate anyone showing off!" The scar-faced man bellowed with fierce determination, "Lads, seize him!" As soon as he finished speaking, a group of thugs immediately produced iron poles, large knives, and steel pipes, surrounding Gao Liang tightly. Chen Yuting looked increasingly anxious, knowing that their manpower was limited and quickly reached for her phone to call her three close friends—only to be held back by Gao Liang. "I've got this!" His eyes radiated unwavering confidence. When the thugs charged forward, Gao Liang remained still, and Chen Yuting grew increasingly worried, standing by and shouting, "Husband, watch your back!" As the wind surged behind him, Gao Liang called out, "Jin Jia, Yin Jia—now it's your turn to act!" "Guo Jia and Yin Jia are now truly formidable figures. Taking down a mere street thug is as easy as stepping on an ant. Jia kicked the thug right in the hand where he was gripping his large sword—the sword flew out—and Jia caught it mid-air. Meanwhile, Yin Jia lifted one of the thugs with just one hand, tossing him around wildly in the air, so that the thug was terrified and ended up peeing his pants—his droplets splashing onto the ground, quite embarrassing. "Quick! Take out those two young guys!" commanded the man with the scarred face. The other thugs stirred into action, all charging toward Gao Liang, Jia, and Yin Jia. Yin Jia then tossed the pee-soaked thug into the air with a series of crisp thuds—each thug landing squarely on the others, instantly bruising their faces and noses. "Hey! You guys—get going! Attack! Take those two young men! I'll—!" The man with the scarred face hadn't finished his sentence when his throat was suddenly blocked. He opened his eyes and gasped—what a look Gao Liang gave him! "Hmmph!" The man with the scar on his face could hardly breathe as his throat was locked by the highlighted clamping technique. His face turned pale instantly. At just the right moment, the highlighter loosened his grip, allowing the scarred man to pull out a dagger. However, his dagger was caught between the two fingers of the highlighter's other hand. He thought he could easily extract it, but he was mistaken—no matter how hard he strained, he couldn't free it. In fact, with only a slight exertion of force, the dagger bent and ended up in the highlighter's hands. The highlighter instantly bent the steel dagger into a spring-like shape, leaving the scarred man utterly stunned. "Big guy! It's all our fault—we didn't know how to show our appreciation! Please, release us!" the scarred man stammered, his legs trembling.