When the noise of the bar ceased.
Only Lin Fan stood alone in the center of the dance floor.
The rest of the men lay in pools of blood.
The severe pain made them groan continuously.
"Not satisfying enough."
Lin Fan disdainfully looked at these so-called professional knife wielders.
They were nothing but a bunch of nobodies.
But when his gaze swept over to the likes of Qing Lang and the rest,
everyone felt a chill run down their spine.
They wanted to run but felt as though their legs had lost all sensation.
They could only watch helplessly as Lin Fan walked step by step back to his booth.
"Alright, I've finished my business, now let's get back to the matter we were discussing before. Where did we leave off?"
Lin Fan said with a smile as he patted Qing Lang on the shoulder.
The dumbfounded man finally regained his senses.
His legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
"Master... I was blind... please just treat me like nothing... spare me..."
