Confronted by so many people, Song Bo's face involuntarily took on a drastic change. One man couldn't stand against many, and how could he handle so many fierce and evil-looking guys alone?
In such a situation, if he were on his own he would definitely have run away by now, but with his sister there, how could he run?
And just as he hesitated and was at a loss, the bar was occupied by this gang of thugs, led by a very young tall guy. The youngster sported a Mohawk, hands in his pockets, head tilted, eyes slyly sizing up Song Bo, radiating an unspeakable arrogance.
"Kid, you've got guts, daring to mess with President Cai's people. Tell me, how should we deal with this today? According to the rules, are you leaving with your legs or your hands?" the Mohawk guy stared at Song Bo and said coldly.
Song Bo stood up, shielding Song Xiaoqian and the others behind him, and said, "Big brother, may I know how to address you?"
