In the VIP room, the dim lighting was perfect for men and women to flirt and get intimate; however, the presence of several injured amateurs on the floor and blood splattered everywhere gave the place a distinctly violent atmosphere.
A female employee, quivering like a quail, cracked open the door to peek inside, then quickly shut it again.
"Come!"
Lin Baici patted the couch beside him, "Take a seat here!"
Little Eyes instinctively shook his head before freezing in his tracks, worried that refusal might lead to a beating.
"As agreed, you led me to these people, and I will let you leave!"
Lin Baici smiled, grabbed a beer from the table, and tossed it to Little Eyes.
Song Daogui and his gang's eyes swiftly turned to glare like venomous snakes, wishing they could bite Little Eyes to death right there.
So it was you, you little rat, who brought the Vegetable Thief here.
"Bro…"
