With a beauty by his side, Qi Zhiyuan still suppressed his anger, squeezing out a cold breath from between his teeth, "Who are you? You look a bit unfamiliar."
A dozen young men emerged from the crowd, holding steel pipes and daggers, sneering at Su Huan in the center, as if to add weight to Qi Zhiyuan's words, increasing the pressure on these two reckless kids in the middle.
A few bartenders didn't say anything but subtly positioned themselves at the door.
Witnessing this scene, a hint of excitement flashed in the cold and numb eyes of the people around.
Anticipating the violence to come.
Xiaodong felt his legs turn to jelly, unable to muster any strength at all.
In his heart, he wished he could slap himself two minutes ago. If he had left right after getting things ready, everything would have been fine.
Now it's a complete disaster, not only is he going to get beaten, but he's also going to drag Su Huan down with him.
