Do not make a fool of yourself.

"Damn it, I told you to let me go! Do you believe I can finish you off?" the driver shouted angrily.

"Slap!"

Mo Han raised his hand and struck the driver right across the face.

"Come on, I'm giving you a chance to finish me off," Mo Han said, looking at the driver mockingly.

The driver clutched his swollen cheek, not daring to speak another word.

Seeing that the driver had cowed, Mo Han gave a cold snort and let go of him.

Full of anger and desperate, the driver directly parked his car horizontally right in front of Mo Han's parking space.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe you dare to ram Young Master Yang's Maybach!" A cold sneer plastered the driver's face.

If Mo Han dared to ram it, he would definitely meet a miserable end!

This was a luxury car worth more than ten million. If Mo Han dared to hit it, he would undoubtedly be ruined.

Mo Han glanced at the driver, a mocking smile on his face, and walked toward the hotel.

Meanwhile, the driver trotted over to the hotel entrance.

At this moment, at the hotel entrance, Yang Ling was frowning as he looked at the driver.

"What took you so long? Did you bring my things?"

"My parking space was stolen just now, but I got your things." The driver hurriedly produced a small bottle and handed it to Yang Ling.

"Who slapped your face?" Yang Ling asked with a frown when he saw the palm print on the driver's face.

This was his man. Hitting his driver was equivalent to slapping him in the face.

Even a dog belonging to the Yang family was not someone outsiders could afford to beat.

To beat a dog, one must still consider its master.

"It was that punk right there. He stole my parking space and even slapped me. I was no match for him and didn't dare to fight back, but I blocked his parking space with my car so he won't be getting out tonight," the driver said, pointing at Mo Han, who was walking toward the main entrance.

"Useless piece of trash, you're just embarrassing me."

Yang Ling let out a cold snort and looked in the direction the driver was pointing.

Yang Ling frowned. Mo Han was dressed ordinarily and, although quite handsome, he didn't look like the young master of any wealthy family. In fact, he looked to be on the same tier as his own driver.

Just him? He dared to beat someone from the Yang family?

Right at that moment, a pot-bellied middle-aged man hurried over.

"Young Master Yang."

The middle-aged man grabbed Yang Ling's hand, his face beaming with smiles.

"Young Master Yang, why are you standing at the entrance? I heard you were out here and rushed right out to welcome you!"

Yu Cheng was the general distributor for Yang Family Pharmaceuticals. Clinging to the powerful thigh of the Yang family had earned him quite a fortune over the years.

Since Yang Ling had hosted this cocktail party specifically for Li An'an, Yu Cheng was naturally invited to attend.

"You're too polite, President Yu. I left something in the car and was just waiting for my driver to bring it over."

Yang Ling smiled. "President Yu arrived quite early, though."

"I had to be early. If anyone dared to be late to Young Master Yang's cocktail party, they wouldn't want to survive in Chuandu anymore."

Yu Cheng laughed heartily, seamlessly dropping a piece of flattery. "After you, Young Master Yang. President Lin has already arrived."

Just as he was about to step forward, seeing that Mo Han had reached the entrance and was about to stride right in, Yu Cheng furrowed his brows.

"President Yu, do other people not need invitations to come in?"

This cocktail party had been arranged by Yu Cheng upon Yang Ling's instructions.

Hearing this, Yu Cheng immediately turned his head. Seeing Mo Han about to walk inside, he hurriedly called out to stop him.

"Hold on!"

He had never seen Mo Han, nor did he know him; otherwise, given a hundred times his courage, he wouldn't have dared to stop Mo Han.

But at this moment, since Yang Ling had spoken up, he naturally had to give Yang Ling face.

Hearing someone call out to him, Mo Han turned around. "What is it?"

"Which company are you from? Where is your invitation? Don't you know this is a networking cocktail party today, and you can't enter without an invitation?"

Yu Cheng assumed a haughty posture, lifting his chin slightly and looking at Mo Han sideways. "If you have an invitation, go register. Do you have one?"

"No," Mo Han replied. His invitation was with Li An'an.

Yang Ling couldn't help but find it slightly amusing. This fellow must be someone's driver. Without his master leading the way, he actually wanted to get in?

Most importantly, this punk had slapped his driver.

Standing behind Yang Ling, the driver felt a surge of smugness. He cast a cold glance at Mo Han, his face filled with schadenfreude.

"You don't have one and you still want to get in?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Cheng said impatiently, "Scram, scram. This is not a place for the likes of you to enter."

With that, he didn't want to bother with Mo Han anymore. Did every stray cat and dog think they could just walk in? Did he really think this cocktail party was open to just anyone?

He turned back to look at Yang Ling. "Young Master Yang, let's go inside."

"What about my driver?" Yang Ling asked purposely, glancing at Mo Han as he spoke.

His driver was allowed in, but Mo Han simply was not.

"Of course he comes in with us. He needs to be at Young Master Yang's beck and call at all times," Yu Cheng said with a chuckle.

Yang Ling nodded, highly satisfied with Yu Cheng's cooperation.

As for his driver, he acted even more arrogant, letting out a humph and purposefully glaring at Mo Han.

Seeing the driver, Mo Han immediately understood. The Yang Ling standing before him was the driver's boss, and they were intentionally trying to humiliate him.

"Wait."

He reached out and directly blocked the driver. "Do you have an invitation?"

"I can get in even without one," the driver said smugly.

"You can't enter without an invitation," Mo Han said, pointing at Yu Cheng. "That's what this gentleman just said."

Yang Ling narrowed his eyes. The punk before him seemed somewhat ignorant of what was good for him. Did he really force him to teach him a harsh lesson?

"What are you talking nonsense about!"

Hearing this, Yu Cheng immediately pulled a long face. "When did I say Young Master Yang's driver couldn't come in?"

"I said *you* couldn't get in!"

He let out a cold snort. "Some stray cat or dog trying to sneak in just for a free meal and drinks? I've seen plenty of people like you!"

With that, Yu Cheng prepared to lead Yang Ling and the others inside.

However, Mo Han continued to block their path.

"If an invitation is required to enter, then he cannot enter either. If he can enter, then naturally I can too. Rules are rules, and no one is allowed to break them."

Yu Cheng laughed, looking as though he were gazing at an absolute fool.

He was definitely going to let Yang Ling's driver in; this was a cocktail party Yang Ling had instructed him to organize.

Even if Yang Ling hadn't told him to organize it, he still would have had to let Yang Ling's driver in.

Otherwise, it would be a slap to Yang Ling's face.

As for this idiot Mo Han, he could forget about stepping foot inside!

"Don't cause trouble, or else... don't blame me for being unpolite!"

"Slap!"

Mo Han raised his hand and delivered a backhand slap that spun Yu Cheng completely around, leaving a bright red five-finger mark instantly emblazoned across his face.

"How are you going to be unpolite?"

Yang Ling hadn't expected this at all; Mo Han resorted to violence without a second word.

As for the driver, his body involuntarily trembled, as if the slap had landed on his own face, making his cheek burn with fresh pain once more!

"You... you're courting death!"

Driven mad by humiliation and clutching his face, Yu Cheng looked as though his gaze could kill.

He had actually been struck!

Getting slapped right in front of Yang Ling—when had he ever suffered such utter disgrace?

"Don't ask for trouble."

Bothering no further with him, Mo Han turned around and walked straight inside. Not daring to stop him, Yu Cheng could only yell at the top of his lungs, "Where are the guards? Someone! Come here!"

Before long, a few men from the underground circles hurried over. They were responsible for maintaining order here and had been on high alert precisely to prevent any incidents.

"President Yu, what's going on?" asked several hotel security guards who were unaware of the situation.

"Someone is causing trouble!" Yu Cheng said angrily, clutching his face. "He barged in forcibly without an invitation! Go drag him out and beat him to death!"

"Someone barged in?"

The expressions of the guards darkened, burning with intense fury. Someone actually dared to cause trouble here? Did they not know who owned this hotel?

This was the property of Chuandu's wealthiest family!