"Sometimes, I don't even know if you're confident or just narcissistic,"
Su Yueli felt somewhat helpless.
"Wife, take a seat, I'm going to order some drinks!" Ye Wudao didn't reply, but stood up after taking Su Yueli to the booth.
The scene shifts to a private room on the second floor.
Smoke fills the air.
"Mr. Xu, please calm down. Today's on me. Our Black Dragon Bar might lack many things, but beautiful women aren't one of them. I guarantee you'll have a good time today!"
The speaker was a man with a scarred face, the person in charge of the Black Dragon Bar—Brother Dao.
Xu Wenbin sat on the sofa, legs crossed; "It better be!"
Brother Dao clapped his hands, and quickly, a group of gaudily dressed, curvaceous women walked in, saying in unison, "Hello, boss!"
"What do you think, Mr. Xu? Exciting enough?" Brother Dao smirked.
"Too vulgar!" Xu Wenbin frowned; "Bring in another group."
Brother Dao signaled with his eyes, and the disappointed women withdrew.
