Upon hearing the cold snort, everyone in the bar subconsciously looked over, and their expressions changed instantly.
"He's here, he's here, Brother Rong's here!"
Seeing He Shirong, the crowd's expressions became fickle, and some even anticipated that a bloody battle was about to unfold.
"Daring to bully He Shirong's nephew-in-law in the West Coast Bar, it's unlikely these two will be able to walk out unscathed."
"I just heard that Brother Rong has been in a bad mood these days. Someone caused trouble here a few days ago and got their legs broken by him. I reckon Brother Rong's anger hasn't subsided yet—we're in for a good show."
Luo Qi let go of He Jiawei, ready to deal with He Shirong first.
He Shirong, followed by four people, approached Lin Yi.
Under the dim light of the bar, He Shirong clearly saw Lin Yi's face, and his expression changed instantly.
"Master Lin, what brings you to my place?"
This remark made everyone's jaw drop.
