Ning Zihuan saw that the two were about to burst out of the bar when he suddenly blew a loud whistle, and a group of men in black poured out from the entrance, effectively blocking the two men's exit.
Pei Qinghan took off his coat, limbered up his limbs, and turned his head to look at Yuesheng, "Can you still hold up?"
Yuesheng sneered coldly, his fists cracking, "No problem, as usual, you take the left and I'll take the right."
The two men, surrounded by the men in black, still did not fall into a disadvantage, knocking one after the other to the ground, to the point where onlookers wanted to applaud and cheer.
Ning Zihuan's eyes were gloomy, and his gun aimed at Pei Qinghan...
