Upon seeing Roy in trouble, Stella immediately rushed over to check on his condition.
Tiger stood silently to the side.
Now, only Tristan can step forward and negotiate with people.
After all, today, Roy came for the grand opening of Tristan's company.
Tristan sighed, glanced at Remington and the others, and shook his head helplessly.
Stella looked at Roy's bruised and swollen face. Even though Roy was one of their own, she couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"Just laugh if you want to." Roy lit a cigarette resentfully. He himself wanted to laugh. The great Mr. Spark of The Clan, beaten up by a bunch of losers.
"How should I put it?" Stella glanced at Remington and the others, "Should I go over there and break their necks now?"