Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

The group walked a few steps to the main entrance of Heaven on Earth, where the gilded signboard shone brightly under the neon lights.

As soon as I entered, two rows of hostesses dressed in peach-pink tight-fitting cheongsams and pink stilettos bowed at a 90-degree angle in unison. The cheongsams were slit up to their pelvis, revealing their long, white, and straight legs.

The twelve beautiful women moved in perfect unison, gesturing with their right hands to invite guests in. Clearly, they had been trained, and they said in unison, "Welcome to Heaven on Earth. Please come in, esteemed guests."

The voice was gentle and melodious, yet the presence was impressive.

Director Zhao and Director Liu all looked very natural, clearly not their first time here, and they didn't even pause in their steps.

Lin Feng remained quite calm. He'd seen plenty of women in his household, so this little scene didn't faze him.

Zhang Wei was the only one following behind, his eyes glued to the screen, feeling a little dizzy.

He hadn't opened for business when he booked the room during the day, and he'd never seen anything like this at night. He was so excited that his fingertips trembled slightly.

Upon arriving at the front desk, Zhang Wei took a deep breath to calm his agitated heart and said, "I booked the 888 Presidential Suite. I called earlier to say I would be twenty minutes late."

After giving her his phone number and name, the receptionist quickly typed on the keyboard and immediately put on a smile: "Hello sir, it's been reserved for you."

Upon hearing that the guests were from room 888, the duty manager immediately stepped forward to lead the way, guiding everyone up to the second floor.

The 888 Presidential Suite is the highest-level private room at Heaven on Earth, known within the industry as the Emperor's Hall.

The room fee alone was 18,800 yuan, the basic service fee was 10,000 yuan, and all other expenses were charged an additional 15% service fee. Without doing anything, I spent nearly 30,000 yuan. Most people wouldn't even dare to dream of that.

But Beijing has no shortage of people, and even booking a day in advance depends on luck; usually, you need to book three days in advance.

Zhang Wei was lucky; he managed to book it a day in advance.

The heavy, carved wooden door was pushed open, and a huge crystal chandelier hung down from the ceiling, pouring warm light into the room.

Genuine leather sofas are arranged in a semi-circle, facing a 100-inch giant projector. There is also a separate meeting and rest area and a bar on the side. The decoration is luxurious but not tacky.

The program directors were stunned, looking around, thinking to themselves that this was what a top-notch venue looked like; even the imperial palace was no better.

Director Zhao and Director Liu, however, remained calm. This wasn't the first time they'd been to a private room of this caliber, and they'd always been treated by others, never having spent any money themselves. They were used to it.

Lin Feng walked to the bar, picked up the drinks menu and glanced at it. The drinks themselves weren't outrageous, but there was an extra 15% service charge.

He casually ordered: "Two bottles of Royal Salute 21-year-old, four bottles of Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label Champagne, and thirty bottles of Budweiser."

"Yes, sir. Royal Salute is 6,600 a bottle, Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label Champagne is 5,800 a bottle, and Budweiser is 81 a bottle. The fruit platter and snacks are complimentary and will be brought to you shortly." The manager quickly agreed to the quote.

Just as Lin Feng was about to ask about the arrangements for the drinking party, a noisy commotion came from outside the door. He frowned and looked towards the door.

At this moment, Black Egg and Big Mao stood guard on either side of the door to the private room, like two iron towers.

A burly man in a tight vest, covered in tattoos, blocked the doorway. He was only slightly smaller than Black Egg, and was followed by seven or eight thugs. He pointed at Black Egg and began cursing:

"Fuck you! So what if you're a foreigner? Give up room 888 and find another one! My brother'll be here soon; he's the boss's friend. Get out of here if you know what's good for you!"

Black Egg, who had a fairly stable temper, reasoned with him in a thick Northeastern accent: "Brother, we were here first, and we've already paid. There's no reason for us to give up our place. Don't cause trouble here."

The tattooed man chuckled and spat, "You black bastard, your Chinese is pretty fluent. I was worried you wouldn't understand human language! Who's causing trouble here?"

As he spoke, he reached out and shoved Black Egg, but Black Egg didn't budge. Instead, the tattooed man was jolted back half a step: "Quickly call the people inside out! Otherwise, I'll go in and drag them out myself. Get out of my way, you damn black devil!"

Blackie's face instantly darkened: "Don't call me a black devil, that's racist. Besides, with your skills, you're nothing but a nobody in my eyes."

"Fuck your mother! You think you're so great?!" The tattooed man flew into a rage, clenching his fist and smashing it towards Black Egg's face.

Black Egg reacted much faster than him, swinging his large palm in a wide arc and slapping him squarely across the face.

"Snap!" The crisp sound drowned out the noisy music in the corridor.

The tattooed man was slapped so hard he flew more than two meters sideways, crashing heavily to the ground. His ear was pierced on the spot, bleeding profusely, and his head was buzzing. He lay on the ground for a long time, unable to get up.

Seeing this, the remaining seven henchmen roared and charged forward.

Da Mao curled his lip and uttered a sentence in Northeastern dialect: "A bunch of little chicks, a complete mess."

As soon as he finished speaking, the two giant iron towers attacked simultaneously.

The two-meter-tall Russian giant's fists were as hard as iron hammers, and Black Egg's movements were even more swift and precise, each punch landing squarely. In less than half a minute, all eight men were lying on the ground groaning in pain. Yet, their suits remained perfectly in place, and as if nothing had happened, they stood back at the doorway.

When Lin Feng heard the commotion and opened the door, the battle was already over.

He frowned, glanced at the person on the ground, and asked Black Egg, "What happened?"

Black Egg explained the situation in a few words, adding at the end: "They started it, and they were racist."

Lin Feng nodded, not taking it seriously. Daring to steal a private room, they deserved to be beaten up.

Just then, footsteps came from the end of the corridor, and a group of people escorted the middle-aged man at the head of the group.

Lin Feng looked up and was immediately stunned.

The man leading the group opposite them also happened to see Lin Feng at the door, and his steps suddenly stopped. He was also stunned and stood there.