"Hit him!"
With a wave of his hand, Du Bin's four bodyguards charged forward like a pack of hungry wolves.
Though Ghost Blade was carrying a bag of money,
he still didn't take these four bodyguards seriously.
He swung the money bag around as a weapon.
Smacking the four men to the ground.
"Rebellion, rebellion! How dare you attack a member of the Du Family, seeking death!"
With a furrowed brow, Du Bin realized these robbers had some skills.
He was about to call home for more help,
when the manager of the VIP room rushed out.
"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, Young Master Du!"
"Misunderstanding?"
Du Bin paused.
The female employee was also frozen in shock.
This manager of the VIP room was practically second in command here; his words might be dismissed by Du Bin, but she had to take them seriously.
"Manager, aren't these the robbers?"
The female employee asked.
"Slap!"
