After observing the situation inside the private room, Yang Fan was shocked to realize that he seemed even worse off than the woman who was currently being pinned on the table. She was up against three, but he had to face four.
Although he was somewhat confident in his fists, facing four opponents was admittedly a bit much.
As for running away, that seemed even harder.
He didn't even know where the stairs were in this place, so he couldn't run far.
Unless he played a game of eagle catching chicks with them.
He'd have to play it by ear, as Yang Fan couldn't think of any reasonable idea after pondering left and right.
Tian Gaofei dragged Yang Fan to the side of the square-faced man who was in the midst of a love sprint, "Brother Leopard, guess who I caught!"
The man, with his square-shaped face looking abnormally yellow, was the main attacker at the moment.
He was occupying the woman's buttocks, smacking them while playing around and examining them.
