In the dimly lit bar, apart from the group from the Insect Gang that had just entered, there were scattered over a dozen modestly dressed civilians.
They huddled in the corners, using the bar's dim lighting to quietly observe Qian Sanjin and his group, unease flickering in their eyes.
These civilians were those who had borrowed money from the Insect Gang and hadn't repaid it yet.
They didn't know why the Insect Gang had gone back on their word and called them over early.
Everyone knew that this bunch of thugs certainly didn't have any good intentions.
But that's just the unreasonable style of the gang; when a civilian is summoned, you must come, or else... they have a thousand ways to force you into submission.
"Alright, everyone, stop overthinking it."
