Seeing that Qin Long was unwilling to budge, the drunken men could only glare viciously at Zhao Dong before turning to leave.
"You may have dodged this once, but you won't be able to hide forever. Offending our young master means certain death for you!"
Outside the room, the drunk immediately dialed the number for the Xiao Family's steward.
"Boss, we saw Zhao Dong!"
"Zhao Dong?" An ominous voice came from the other end of the line. "You let him go?"
"We wanted to make a move, but Qin Long was protecting him, so we didn't dare act rashly," the drunk said, his tone bitter.
"Qin Long? How did he end up getting mixed up with Zhao Dong?"
"No matter. Qin Long has some background, so you were wise not to act recklessly. I will send assassins to deal with Zhao Dong. Do not take matters into your own hands."
"Yes!" The drunk nodded hastily, put away his phone, and quickly left the hotel.
