Anan couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
He considered himself despicable enough, yet someone managed to outdo him!
Enjoying free services at a club with such peace of mind...
Damn, this is just too outrageous!
These clubs work hard to earn a little money; it's not easy for them!
After a round of inward curses, Anan's lips twisted into a cold smirk.
Based on Temeibu's strength of breaking steel rods with a punch and bending steel pipes barehanded...
If Ye Huan's head were to take a punch...
Tsk tsk...
Anan shook his head, lit a thick cigar, and sat in the front passenger seat of the car.
Taking a deep puff, he slowly exhaled a plume of dense white smoke...
"Ye Huan, you dare to point a gun at me, huh?"
"What's the use of having a gun? If you have the guts, go up against Temeibu's fist!"
"I want to see how your head gets smashed by a punch today!"
...
"Achoo!"
Ye Huan sneezed, looking disgruntled in the driver's seat of the Rolls-Royce Phantom.
