"Who are you?"
"Mr. Ye, I am Ouyang..."
Suddenly, the sobbing plea for help on the other end of the phone came to an abrupt halt.
Ouyang, Ouyang Na!
This isn't good, something has happened to Ouyang Na!
"What's wrong?" Su Yueli noticed Ye Wudao's expression was off.
"Wife,"
Ye Wudao's expression grew increasingly grave as he quickly turned to Su Yueli.
"Turn around, to the Blood Rose Bar!!"
"What, to the bar?" Su Yueli's eyes filled with confusion; "Why head to a bar now, do you still plan to drink?"
"No, a friend of mine is in danger, hurry!" Ye Wudao urged, his expression anxious.
"Alright, hold tight!!" Su Yueli, hearing someone was in danger, didn't ask further questions, promptly floored the accelerator and sped toward the Blood Rose Bar.
...
At that moment.
Inside the chaotic Blood Rose Bar.
One could see dozens of burly men clad in black, having taken complete control over the bar!
The leader was a muscular middle-aged man.
