Chu Mo nodded slightly upon hearing that. He and his group weren't afraid, but if that rich second-generation guy named Sun Li really went after Wu Xinyi afterwards, the girl might not be able to withstand the trouble. It was a good idea to pull her out of the circle now while there was still a chance.
He saw about a dozen men in black nearby, all with unfriendly expressions, understanding they were the security of the bar. If it weren't for Lu Siyue intervening, he wouldn't have been able to fight so freely. He nodded towards the cheongsam-clad lady in front of him, and then various shouts broke out behind him.
"Li Ming, you've got guts to start a fight with me. This isn't over."
"And you, just wait..."
Supported by a few of his friends, Sun Li, clutching the back of his head, pointed fiercely at Chu Mo.
Sun Li had never been humiliated like this before, and Chu Mo's kick and wine bottle had nearly crippled him. He roared:
