Yang Yifeng originally didn't take it too seriously, but as his gaze swept over the bar's booths, he couldn't help but frown.
In a dark corner of the bar's booth, the fat man revealed a sinister smile once the girl left. He stood up and made his way to the center of the dance floor, where he handed a stack of money to several long-haired young men dancing there. After murmuring something to them, he quickly left the bar.
Yang Yifeng chuckled coldly because he clearly saw that, before the fat guy left, he glanced at him with a look that was like a cat eying a mouse, the corners of his mouth curled in a contemptuous sneer, obviously up to no good.
Sure enough, after the fat man left, the young guys stopped dancing and slowly started swaggering over to Yang Yifeng.