Bam——
The machete in a young man's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his body flew straight towards the wall. In the chaotic bar, Meng Chi kicked out the last person standing and looked at his own cut arm. He tore a piece of his shirt, simply wrapped it up, and then picked up the steel whip and walked towards a private room in the back of the bar with Wang Yue.
Wang Yue glanced at the decorations along the way and grinned, "Tsk, this place is much better than the few bars we took over before."
Meng Chi curled his lips slightly, "That's because we're now taking down the middle ranks of the Yuan Gang."
"Hahaha, awesome!" Wang Yue shouted, "Man, I've never felt so good. Indeed, following the right boss means there's nothing to worry about."
Meng Chi didn't respond, just smiled faintly. Indeed, following the right person...
Meng Chi pushed open the door of the private room and saw a teenager sitting inside.
