The electronic music in the bar, which had already stopped earlier, was full of tension.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the bar was like a tightly drawn longbow, making it difficult for everyone to breathe.
It was strange. Xu Fan was just standing up and walking towards them, yet their nervousness was like facing an army of thousands.
With faces pale as paper and foreheads dripping with cold sweat, there was too much to wipe away.
Those who had betrayed the Qing Gang, thinking they would rise straight to success, now felt an invisible hand clutching their throats, utterly embarrassed.
"Xu Fan! You're seeking your own death!"
Finally, someone could no longer bear the tense atmosphere.
He screamed hysterically and charged at Xu Fan!
Why?
Why should he feel such fear in front of this youth?
He's just a loser discarded by Ye Chongshan! Why should he bow his head before him?
Shanghai no longer listens to him, what if he is a traitor?
He can't control it!
