Just as she was thinking about leaving, the hawk-nosed man grabbed Kelly directly.
Kelly was annoyed; this man really was pushing his luck.
With a flick of her hand, she shook off the hawk-nosed man's grip and said indifferently, "I own this bar, and it won't be easy for you to take me out."
"No worries, just tell me the difficulty," the hawk-nosed man replied with a slight smile. "I am here to help you overcome it. Tonight, I am definitely taking you out, and you are mine."
After he finished speaking, the hawk-nosed man laughed loudly, and the surrounding onlookers at the Dance Floor couldn't help but exchange glances.
They had heard of Sister Kelly's reputation. It could be said that they had never seen any man so arrogant as to blatantly demand Sister Kelly in bed right there in the bar.
"Who is this guy?"
"Don't know, but I guess he's going to end up very dead."
"Absolutely, Sister Kelly is not someone to mess with."
