"Ah!!!"
Capital City, South District, Carter Club.
Receiving Li Daniu's call for help, Ye Huan immediately drove over.
Just as he got out of the car, he heard a very piercing scream coming from inside the club!
Walking into the club lobby, Ye Huan saw the scene before him and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
The club was lavishly decorated, with walls and floors made of high-quality amethyst, and the crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the lobby's ceiling was evidently very expensive.
At this moment, over a thousand burly thugs with dragon tattoos on their muscular arms, holding steel rods, were lined up in an orderly manner under the chandelier, to the right of a temporary large fighting ring of a hundred square meters.
They looked at the short man in samurai attire on the ring, with a long sword at his waist, sweat like grains of rice continuously beading on their foreheads!
"Shhh——"
The referee on the ring blew the whistle!
