The next second, Si Limo finally came out with a bar VIP card in hand.
He had thought of rushing in but that would undoubtedly delay things at the entrance.
Narrowing his eyes, he ran over in two strides instead of three. The three men involuntarily looked up, only to see Si Limo raising his leg and deliver a ruthless kick. With a thud, the man who was previously wrestling with Qiao Zhi was flung half a meter away.
Qiao Zhi finally broke free, gingerly comforting his own frightened heart.
"Si, you finally came. You almost screwed me over this time."
"Haven't seen you for so long, your skills have deteriorated."
Hearing Si Limo's indifferent tone, Qiao Zhi really wanted to roll his eyes. Three against one, he knew very well that he had not practiced his Taekwondo for many years!
The other two men exchanged glances and beat a hasty retreat when they realised the situation was turning sour.