The lively bar quieted down because of Qing Lang.
The raucous music also stopped playing.
The guests who were having a good time now started to leave one after another.
After all, these people held glittering objects in their hands.
No one wanted to be involved.
"It was you, you bastard, who kicked my brother's brother!"
Qing Lang strode up to Lin Fan.
One foot stepped on the coffee table.
The cleaver in his hand pointed directly at Lin Fan.
But his eyes kept roving over Lu Feifei's and Li Qiqi's faces.
"What the hell is your brother's brother?"
Lin Fan, with his legs crossed, glanced at Lu Feifei beside him.
If he hadn't even seen the true face of the Phoenix.
It could only be said that this guy was really out of his league.
"Don't fucking play dumb with me, Laozi. Was it you who injured my brother Sang Gou? His crotch was blown apart, and he's still in the hospital emergency room. How are you going to settle this?"
