"Okay, Brother Yu!"
With a few casual words, several people had already fallen to the ground with a thud in the bar.
The bartender looked on, unable to even stand steadily, holding that glass of lemon tea while trembling.
The little boy saw this, and disdainfully glared at him: "What are you afraid of? You deserve to be stuck here mixing drinks, Ying Yu—"
"Young master?"
"Give him a million!"
"…"
What the heck!
The bartender finally lost his composure and fainted directly!
The man in black saw this, his eye twitching slightly, but said nothing. Instead, he ordered the cash to be placed on the bar counter and came over to pick up his family's young master.
"Young master, you mustn't play like this next time. Playing like this will end us all."
"I didn't play with you guys?"
"You still say you didn't? Where's the watch you wore?"
"…"
The little boy said nothing more, bowing his head and fiddling with his fingers.
