Tristan glanced at Linch, signaling her to put away the items.
Afterwards, Tristan stood up, walked over to Tyrel, and forcefully pressed his hand on Tyrel's body.
Tyrel instantly felt an indescribable discomfort all over his body, as if ants were crawling on him.
Tristan looked into Tyrel's eyes, "I will go to your establishment tomorrow to meet that person, you make the arrangements."
"Understood! Understood!" Tyrel nodded repeatedly.
"Get out of here!" Tristan waved his hand.
Tyrel scrambled and ran towards the private room door.
"Take all your people with you and settle the bill while you're at it," Tristan reminded.
Tyrel paused, looked at the knifemen lying on the ground, and yelled, "What are you still lying there for? Get out! Hurry up and get up!"