Watching the anxious expression of the aviator-haired man, Long Chen became curious.
What was so terrifying about this "Ali"?
"What are you daydreaming for? Keep close to me."
The aviator-haired man patted Long Chen's shoulder and walked further inside.
Long Chen followed him and stood firmly in a spot close to the stage.
Not far away, Ali and his dozen men were staring at a girl singing on the stage.
Mid-song, Ali fiercely flicked the cigarette butt in his hand, sending it flying onto the stage, narrowly missing the girl's ear.
Startled, the girl jumped, and her singing abruptly stopped.
Ali stood with his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the stage, disdainfully saying, "What's this you're singing? It's terribly unpleasant to the ear. Move aside and let our Super God Bar's General sing a song.
Don't worry, we're not here to cause trouble today. We'll pay for the song, fair and square."
After speaking, Ali gestured to a young man beside him to take the stage.
