Night Cat Bar.
Seated in their booths, the patrons didn't dare to take a deep breath in fear even a minute after Jiang Changge and his men had left the bar.
They were still terrified, silent as cicadas in winter.
Recalling the scene they had just witnessed, they still found it hard to believe.
If in the past a friend had told them that the prodigal son of the Jiang Family, Jiang Changge, not only failed to break the legs of someone he was troubling but had instead been beaten into a pig-headed mess,
most of them would definitely not have believed it.
And some might think that some ignorant young punk who didn't know Jiang Changge's identity might do such a thing, that it wasn't impossible.
