While the bearded man did not move, Gloria helped Eliza, who was drunk like mud, to sit on a bench on the side of the road.
Eliza's entire body fell limply onto her shoulders. Her voice was captivating yet arrogant. "It's not like I can't beat him!"
The bearded man frowned and instinctively wanted to pull his hand out of Beau's hand, but he failed.
He used all his strength. His bearded face turned red but still he did not pull out his hand.
He had no choice but to raise his head and glare at Beau. "Let me go!"
"My brothers are all here. Don't force us to beat you to death!"
"Is that so?"
Beau, with a low voice, smiled faintly and looked around. "Your brothers, can they help you?"
The bearded man frowned and subconsciously turned his head to see—
Behind him, his brothers were all subdued by Beau's men.
The bearded man's face suddenly turned pale.
