Hearing the sound, Bentley turned his head in displeasure.
But when he saw who was approaching, his expression suddenly became strange.
He lowered his sword arm, looking somewhat guilty at the newcomer, "Brother, why are you here?"
The crowd around him took a step back in shock at the sight of the newcomer, hastily retreating, not daring to block the way.
The man walked up to the dance floor and gave Bentley a cold glance, "Creating trouble again! Come back with me!"
"Brother, I don't want to go back!"
Bentley turned his head, resisting, "I don't want to go back with you!"
The man's expression instantly became unsightly, "Are you asking for another beating?"
"I want to duel this man!"
Bentley raised his hand, pointing the tip of his sword directly at Yin Tian.
The man cooled for a moment, then turned his head to look.
Once he clearly saw Yin Tian's face, his expression instantly changed.
"What did you say?!"
