The air in the Black Wind Bar was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
Onlookers held their breaths, ready to witness the moment.
Although Julius Reed's victory was expected, there was still a sense of regret in everyone's heart. This was Sonny Ridge's turf, and he couldn't escape.
All the victories he had achieved before seemed insignificant in front of the Three Blade Group.
"What's the matter? Brother Ridge, you're not going to be a sore loser now, are you?"
Seeing these people surround him, Dominating Tiger's expression instantly turned cold.
And the bartenders of the Three Blade Group also rolled up their sleeves, ready to take action.
In the Black Wind Bar, no one had ever left with tens of millions in winnings! Not before, and not in the future either!
"So you're just a bunch of bullies."
Knowing they were prepared to fight, Julius Reed still had a calm and composed look on his face, as if he was holding all the winning cards.
Sonny Ridge thought he could beat me?
