"Can I say something first?" Basil Jaak looked at Fatty in front of him with a weird expression and said.
Fatty didn't take Basil Jaak seriously at all and said, "What the fuck do you want to say, don't delay our drinking!"
Basil Jaak smiled and said, "It won't take much time, just thirty seconds."
After speaking, Basil Jaak suddenly waved his hand and coldly said, "I want to say, you few fat bastards, can you stop being so pretentious!"
As Basil Jaak waved his hand, the ready-to-strike Ghost and his men, without a word, charged directly at the seven fatties!
Smack!
Smack!
…
Inside the barbecue restaurant, the sound of empty beer bottles being smashed followed one after another. The fatties, though bulky, had no chance of fighting back in front of these elite special forces; they were beaten bloody by Basil Jaak and his men in an instant!
"Stop hitting… stop hitting… I'm wrong, bro!"
