"Kid, you've got an eye!"
The security guards felt much better after hearing this.
"But don't think you can escape a beating! This is for your own good, to teach you a lesson. If it were anyone else, they would have broken your legs!"
Finn Carmichael took a deep breath, knowing that if he didn't speak up now, he might have to stay silent forever.
"That, this person is my friend, you guys go on down."
He swallowed, sweat streaming down his forehead.
"What!"
The security guards all paused, somewhat unable to accept this reality.
Could this penniless drunk actually know the manager?
"Manager, are you mistaken?"
The security guard pointed at Julius Reed: "This piece of trash, how do you know him? Don't let him deceive you, I'll take care of him right now!"
After speaking, a few guards exchanged glances and surrounded Julius Reed.
"Get lost! Can't you hear what I'm saying? All of you, get lost!"
