John Longman put his hand on his chest, looking miserable.
The passers-by only took a look at the scene, as if a drunkard was lying on the road, and no one was willing to help.
In this case, John Longman was like a stray dog.
In a private room of the bar, Susan Sean was sitting cross-legged, and the glass in her hand was filled with yellow liquid.
The manager pushed the door open and came in.
"Miss Sean." The manager bowed respectfully.
"Have you done what I asked you to do?"
"Yes, I beat him up and threw him out as you said." The manager replied.
"Good." Susan Sean took out a stack of cash prepared in advance and threw it in front of the manager.
"Miss Sean, he just consumed a few thousand. You don't have to pay so much." The manager pretended to be ignorant.
The manager only took a glance at the money. It should be at least tens of thousands.