"Hey, isn't that An Xuan? Did he just get hit?"
"Who's so arrogant to dare hit An Xuan? An Xuan is a guy with connections; he's not someone you can just bully."
The commotion quickly caught the attention of some bar patrons. Many regulars recognized An Xuan and started talking about it.
An Xuan was known as a rich second-generation figure at Maggie Bar. Many people knew him, but they didn't expect him to get hit today.
"So Guan Xun is here, huh? Compared to Guan Xun, An Xuan is indeed a bit weaker."
"But even Guan Xun wouldn't dare to bully An Xuan like that. An Xuan follows He Tao, after all."
As everyone sighed, An Xuan got up from the ground, feeling a piercing pain in his internal organs, like his whole stomach was about to explode.
"Okay, fine. I, An Xuan, swear that if I let you walk out of Maggie Bar alive today, I'll eat shit in the restroom!" The fury in An Xuan's eyes was about to erupt.
