"On my turf, so what if I mess with you."
Bai Tang crossed his arms, leaning against the edge of the gambling table with a smile playing on his lips, his face fearless.
He had made up his mind to go after Wen Xiao'ai.
"You've got guts." But Jun Moyan did not take Bai Tang and his black-clad bodyguards seriously at all.
In his eyes, there was only a determination to kill that was even more ruthless than Bai Tang's.
"Jun Moyan..." Wen Xiao'ai was somewhat worried. Had she known Jun Moyan would come to take her home, she wouldn't have come here.
"Don't be afraid." Jun Moyan took her hand, his fingers gently pressing into her palm.
"Everyone pay attention to the fight, and make sure not to hurt the girl," Bai Tang commanded, just as his bodyguards were about to make their move.
A deep voice full of authority called out, "Everyone, stop!"
A one-armed middle-aged man appeared at the top of the stairs of the second floor, frowning slightly as he surveyed the scene in the casino.
