"Buddy, I advise you not to mess around; if something goes wrong, no one can save you!"
The bar manager said coldly, "Brother Zhang doesn't have a good temper."
"Heh, I'm actually going to mess around. Boys, let's do this—trash this bar!"
Chen Biao roared.
"I'd like to see who dares!"
The manager shattered a beer bottle, revealing its sharp edge, "Anyone who tries to smash it, I'll kill them!"
The security guards all uniformly mimicked the action.
You see, the manager used to be involved with the underworld, and Xiao Chen wasn't just aware of the underground forces—he also gave these people a way to make a living.
And because of this, Zhang Qi, pushed forward by Xiao Chen, was adored by these people.
These security guards were the manager's former brothers.
Naturally, they weren't pushovers.
Of course, Chen Biao wouldn't be intimidated.
A glint of coldness flashed in his eyes.
Suddenly striking, the manager had no time to react and was sent flying with a kick.
