"Motherfucker, were you the ones who hit my guest just now!"
"A bunch of clueless fucks, you even dare to hit my guest, who gave you the gall?"
"Kneel down!"
At that shout, everyone in the private room was stunned.
Especially Wang Haiyang, who looked at the man who had burst in with sheer terror, the alcohol effect instantly halved, as beads of sweat the size of beans popped out on his forehead.
"Brother Su!"
Su Pingnan, one of Chen Tianhao's capable lieutenants.
Clearly, Wang Haiyang had never dreamed that the two men who had just been beaten and pinned to the ground could be guests of Su Pingnan.
It's over!
Just then, the two guys who had been beaten walked in from behind the crowd.
"Brother Su, it was this asshole leading his people who hit us!"
Zhang Shaosong stepped forward with a bruised face, glaring at a frightened Wang Haiyang with an expression full of spite.
"And this damn bitch, even had the audacity to slap me in public!"
