Reborn in 2006, it's incredibly awesome!

The corner corridor at the end of the second floor of the Heaven on Earth was now as chaotic as a battlefield that had just been swept clean.

Seven or eight security guards in black suits were bending over and supporting people. The ground was covered with groaning thugs, sprawled out in a mess, their cries echoing in the empty corridor.

This corridor has only two private rooms, 888 and 999, which are the most luxurious imperial halls in the Heaven on Earth, with spacious rooms, and even the corridor is twice as wide as other places.

The guests at 999 across the street had actually been disturbed by the noise, but when they peeked out through a crack in the door, they were so frightened that they shrank back and slammed the door shut, not daring to even breathe.

Moreover, two security guards were stationed at the entrance of the corridor, witnessing the entire conflict but not daring to step forward.

Those who have been in the business for a long time know the rules best: those who can get into 888 and 999 are all top figures in Beijing. Not to mention the two security guards, even if the floor manager came, they wouldn't dare to be aggressive.

The two security guards could only report through walkie-talkies, going up the chain of command.

When the duty manager heard that it was guest number 888 who had a conflict with Zhao Hu, he was immediately in a bind.

Zhao Hu was Gao Qiang's man and was used to being arrogant here; but the guests at 888 were even more complicated, so he didn't dare to interfere on his own. He could only bite the bullet and report it directly to the head of Heaven on Earth.

At that moment, in the lobby downstairs, Zhao Hu was leaning against a pillar, panting heavily.

Half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, his eyes were squinted into slits, several teeth were missing, and blood smeared all over his face. His right arm was limp and broken, and one leg was also lame. He was only kept from collapsing because his two henchmen were supporting him.

Those two minutes of brutal beatings almost killed him.

Seeing the duty manager approach, Zhao Hu instantly flew into a rage, demanding in his hoarse voice, "Brother Gao is my elder brother, don't you know that?"

The manager quickly nodded with a smile, "I know, I know, Brother Tiger, how could I not know?"

Zhao Hu's voice trembled with rage as he pointed at the manager's nose and cursed, "Fuck your mother! You knew I was getting beaten up and you still just watched?! Where are all the thugs in our shop? Where are all the veterans? Call them out and take them down! You just stood by and watched me get beaten like this, were you all just sitting around doing nothing?"

The manager, his face contorted with difficulty, said with a pained expression, "Brother Tiger, it's not that I don't want to help you, but those are guests from room 888! They were peacefully enjoying their meal in a private room, and you brought people there to snatch it up. The boss has a strict rule: guests from rooms 888 and 999 are absolutely not to be offended. No one can get into those two rooms unless they're an ordinary person. How can I, a floor manager, afford to offend them?"

Zhao Hu's eyes widened, and he cursed even more fiercely: "Fuck your mother! So you can't afford to mess with them, but you can mess with me? All that beating I took was for nothing?"

The manager quickly waved his hand, "Oh, please don't say that! You're General Manager Gao's person, we're all on the same side, why would I offend you?"

Zhao Hu clutched his chest, coughing angrily. "You're not helping me, you're one of my own? You son of a bitch, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"

The manager lowered his head, his voice very low: "Well, I have to follow the boss's rules. To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that you're one of General Manager Gao's people, I would have had security drag you out long ago if you dared to bring people into 888. I didn't stop you because you're one of our own, but who knew... who knew you hadn't beaten them before!"

"You!" Zhao Hu nearly choked, pointing at the manager, unable to speak for a long time. "So I should thank you? Stop talking nonsense! Call my Brother Gao over here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a series of steady footsteps came from the direction of the club's main entrance.

Everyone turned to look and saw a man in his thirties walk in.

He was tall and thin, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a well-tailored casual suit. A low-key Rolex was visible on his wrist. He looked refined and cultured, but when his eyes swept over you, he exuded a sense of oppressive authority from someone who had long held a high position.

The person who arrived was Gao Qiang, the person in charge of Heaven on Earth.

Behind him followed four tall, upright men, all wearing black tight-fitting short-sleeved shirts, with sharp, taut arm lines, stern faces, and steady steps as if nailed to the ground. It was clear at a glance that they were retired veterans, and definitely not ordinary soldiers.

As soon as Gao Qiang entered the hall, his brows furrowed.

The spacious lobby was a mess, littered with groaning thugs. He barked in a deep voice, "What's going on? Zhao Hu, what the hell are you doing now?"

Upon seeing Gao Qiang, Zhao Hu was overjoyed, ignoring his aching arms and legs. He limped over, his face contorted with grief, and cried, "Brother Gao! I really didn't cause any trouble! I've been terribly bullied! Those guys from 888 are too arrogant! Look at the damage they did to me, my arm is broken! And all my brothers are crippled too!"

Gao Qiang frowned even more deeply, looking down at him: "You didn't mention my name?"

Zhao Hu nodded hurriedly, adding fuel to the fire, "They did mention it! Of course they did! The moment I mentioned your name, they beat you even harder! They even said they were beating up your men, Gao Qiang! Brother Gao, they're clearly slapping you in the face!"

"Oh?" Gao Qiang raised an eyebrow, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Heh... interesting. I'd like to see which kind of tyrant dares to act so arrogantly in my territory."

He turned to the duty manager, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable authority: "Send those who need to be sent to the hospital, and throw the rest out. Don't let them get in the way of the lobby and affect business."

The manager quickly agreed, but just as he was about to turn around, he remembered something and added, "Mr. Gao, the customer in room 888 just ordered ten international supermodels and eight foreign girls from the US, UK, and France. They said they want to take them all with them. The madam is preparing to take them upstairs."

Gao Qiang paused, standing still for a few seconds in thought.

After a moment, he looked up, his voice turning colder: "Don't bring anyone in yet. They beat up my men in my territory, and that score hasn't been settled yet. They need to give me an explanation."

Zhao Hu, standing to the side, said arrogantly, "That's right, that's right. Anyone who dares to beat up my Brother Gao at Heaven and Earth must give an explanation."

Gao Qiang glanced at him sideways, said nothing, and led his four bodyguards up to the second floor. Zhao Hu followed behind, limping.

Upon reaching the second floor and turning into the corridor at the end, he immediately spotted Black Egg and Big Hair guarding the entrance to 888.

Gao Qiang abruptly stopped, his expression instantly turning serious. The four veterans behind him tensed up as well, their eyes sharp, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

Gao Qiang is a trained martial artist with a very sharp eye.

These two foreigners in front of me are definitely not the result of working out of the gym.

His eyes were as cold as ice, and when he swept over, they carried a ferocious, bloodthirsty look—the look of someone who had killed.

Then look at their awkward stance, their steady center of gravity, and the thick calluses on the backs of their hands. These two are definitely not ordinary bodyguards; they are most likely mercenaries who have come from the battlefield, ruthless characters who have crawled out of piles of corpses.

Gao Qiang instantly understood.

Zhao Hu is such a fool, he has absolutely no sense of right and wrong.

This kind of ruthless character, he dared to charge forward with a bunch of street thugs?

They were lucky to escape being beaten to death on the spot, thanks to the strict regulations in China. If they were abroad, these guys would be long gone by now.

At this point, he realized that the owner of the private room was definitely not a simple person.

The background and status of someone who can afford to hire mercenaries of this caliber as bodyguards are quite impressive.

But now that people have come up here, they can't just turn around and leave. If word gets out, how will Gao Qiang ever be able to make a living in the industry again?

It's better to be polite first and then resort to force. It would be best if we could meet and become friends. If we really can't afford to offend them, we can apologize and clear up the misunderstanding. It's always better than making an enemy.

Having made up his mind, Gao Qiang suppressed his hostility, took two steps forward, and said politely, "Could you two please inform them that Gao Qiang, the person in charge of this shop, would like to see today's boss?"

Hei Dan glanced at him and saw that he was well-mannered and didn't seem to be looking for trouble. Since he was also the person in charge here, he nodded, turned around, opened the door to the private room, and went inside.

The heavy door to the private room was just opened a crack when a burst of off-key singing drifted out.

Zhang Wei was holding the microphone, belting out "Forget Love Potion" at the top of his lungs. He was tone-deaf, but he sang with great passion.