In his eyes, only money was a good friend.
The redhead understood and quickly ran off to find the bar manager.
A few minutes later, the redhead came back, followed by a man in a professional uniform.
The man was of average height, with a crew cut, and had a fierce look on his face and a murderous gleam in his eyes, without needing to make any expression.
From his walk and build, he was indeed a martial artist.
This man was the bar manager, Old Zhu.
"Mr. Xiao, good day."
"Old Zhu, I'll skip the small talk. Your task is to take care of him for me,"
Xiao Yang pointed at Zhang Xiaofan and said.
"Do you want a lesson taught, or do you want him crippled?"
Old Zhu asked expressionlessly.
"Cripple him, definitely cripple him! I'll take responsibility if anyone starts asking questions,"
Xiao Yang said viciously.
"Alright!"
Old Zhu was expressionless, his eyes sharp.
He rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt and walked towards Zhang Xiaofan.
