Twenty or so minutes later, the bar shook like an earthquake, the ground quaked, and the mountains swayed.
Thunderous footsteps were heard as someone entered from outside.
The leader was a man with a scar, dressed casually in a white tank top with two stripes that was yellowing and blackening.
A pair of colorful beach shorts, just as with the tank top, were both blackened and yellowed.
On his feet were a pair of flip-flops, several toes bearing the signs of fungal nails.
From his outfit alone, it was clear this man was a thug.
"Who's causing trouble here?"
The scarred man suddenly stepped aside, and behind him, a middle-aged man dressed in a clean, blue Tang suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and holding Buddha Beads, stepped forward.
He was Liu Qinglong, and the man with the scar was his bodyguard.
"Brother Long!"
Seeing Liu Qinglong, Zhao Peng was like a child who had found his mother, pitifully saying, "It's this bitch! She's injured all our brothers!"
