At the foot of Liuli Mountain, inside the bar.
By now, the entrance of the bar had already gathered nearly a few hundred people, who had surrounded the bar, inside and out, occasionally whispering to each other with their faces pressed against the glass.
Meanwhile inside the bar, Zhang Lei, whose arms and legs had all been broken, was lying on the floor, his face contorted in rage, emitting heart-wrenching screams from his mouth.
Clearly, he was in severe pain.
Yet, in this environment, within a comfortable booth in the bar, sat a man and a woman. At the moment, the man was holding a cocktail shaker, pouring a scarlet liquid as red as blood into the woman's glass.
"Try this, it's the very famous Bloody Mary from the West, quite authentic."