Several bottles of beer had gone down, and their stomachs were finally opened up. Everyone at the table was happily eating and chatting, with a few occasionally unable to resist heading to the restroom.
Just as everyone was getting into the swing of things, Liu Mou suddenly felt a chill on his back, followed by a slap on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at the person who had hit him, asking impatiently, "What do you want?"
It wasn't just one person, but around five or six, all burly men with broad shoulders and cold stares fixed on Liu Mou. "Do you realize that your reckless noise here is bothering us?"
Liu Mou sized them up, thinking to himself: This guy is obviously looking for trouble and confident about it.
