As soon as his words faded away, the owner of the bar glanced at the discomfited attendant with his sharp eyes. The expression in his eyes was obscure and cold, which made the attendant tremble.
"Now you know it's a big deal? Sorry, it's too late." His words did not arouse the bar's intention to soften its attitude. On the contrary, it was still cold and hard.
"Beat him. Jing's family will responsible for it." The owner of the bar wouldn't have been so harsh if he had known it another day.
After all, everyone knows what to do when you are outside. It's no need to push others into the cliff. You wanted to kill him today. Who knows if he would stab you someday.
But what happened today was different. With the permission of the Jing family, the owner of the bar was not a person who was good at taking advantage of the bandwagon. It was just that the Jing family words seemed to be protecting his bar, but in fact, they were warning him.