The speaker was a man in his thirties, shirtless with dragon and tiger tattoos all over his body, looking quite vicious.
Around him were three other burly middle-aged men, all bald and clearly unsavory characters at first glance.
Seeing the other side speak disrespectfully, a wave of anger rose in Si Youyou's heart.
As a strong cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, she had the strength to look down on this world, and these few punks were beneath her notice.
"Kneel and apologize, and I might spare your lives!" Si Youyou's voice was cold.
As soon as she said this.
The four middle-aged men at the next table were momentarily stunned, then burst into laughter.
They stood up, kicked away the stools around them, and surrounded her, and the leader smirked, "What if we don't kneel? What can you do to us?"
A shifty-eyed guy ogled Si Youyou, "Boss, this woman has such a charm, I'd love to go wild on her for two hours!"
