Behind him, seven or eight men with unfriendly expressions were sitting on a bar sofa, sporting bizarre tattoos and wearing gold chains around their necks, resembling local thugs.
"Damn it, you dare mess with my girl. Today, if you don't cough up hundreds of thousands, don't think you can leave here!"
Leading them was a burly, bald man with a green snake tattoo on his arm. He suddenly stood up with a fierce look on his face.
As he got up, the other youths also stood up, glaring angrily. Steel pipes and choppers could be faintly seen hidden behind the sofa.
"Extortion?"
Lu Yuanli also realized what was happening.
In the team, Chen Yuanyuan, who was skilled in a dozen foreign languages, quietly translated their conversation.
Lin Mo shook his head and suddenly punched the tall leading man in the face, sending him flying back and crashing onto the table behind. Glasses, champagne, ashtrays, tissue boxes all scattered to the ground.
