Forty to fifty people rushed into the bar all of a sudden, causing the men and women inside to freeze in unison, no longer making any noise. Eyes filled with fear made way for them, while the violent music continued to throb.
Among these people was a bald man who led them, known on the streets as Mole.
Mole had a cigar in his mouth, his slightly chubby face pitted and menacing.
"Anyone not involved, get the hell out in three seconds, or we'll chop off a hand as a small lesson to those who linger," Mole spit out a cloud of smoke, his domineering voice echoing.
In an instant, the thrill-seekers in the bar scattered, fleeing so fast that they left the place completely empty.
Ye Juanjuan and others huddled together, trembling with fear.
No one noticed Ye Fan in the corner.
Qiu Wen led more than twenty people to confront them, with two machetes emitting a cold aura in her hands.
The people around Qiu Wen were all the bouncers in the bar.
