Awei hurried out from the side, panting and running over: "Brother Fan, bad news, Bai Tianyou himself has come, and his elite troops are all here too." Awei, such a little shrimp, is scared of everyone. It was the same when he followed Tang Yao, always tiptoeing around with his tail between his legs.
Yang Fan proceeded unfazed inside, all the way to the most luxurious private room of the Flame Rose Nightclub.
At the door stood a line of more than twenty bodyguards. When Yang Fan arrived, these guys blocked him: "Scram, all you riffraff better scram." The bodyguards roared furiously with zero mercy.
"This is Brother Fan, the man Brother You wants to see today, go in and report this." Awei's voice trembled as he spoke. If Tang Yao stood before him, even with a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare say this. For some reason, whenever Yang Fan stood there, Awei felt at ease, as if everything was already in the bag.
