Jacob knew that there was no need for him to make a move, while Roy was indeed paralyzed by fear.
"All right now ignore those two cowards. Let's go out and get a glass of Ballantine's each," Chase remarked with a wave of his hand.
Soon, some of them went out to get their drink. As for the others, they simply stared coldly at Jacob and Roy, paying no further heed to them.
Meanwhile, in the manager's office of Dynasty Karaoke Bar, the bald middle-aged man was inside with his two bodyguards.
The office was lavishly renovated and had a three-meter-long desk placed in the center. Sitting there was a man in a suit. Behind him, a lady in a high-slit dress and heavy makeup was massaging his head.
That man was the manager of the bar, Chuck McMahon. He was also considered one of Tony's lieutenants. Or else, Tony wouldn't have allowed him to manage the place.
"Mr. Quinn, you seemed displeased. What brings you to my office?" Chuck asked, narrowing his eyes.