"Take Xiao Lei with you, let's go!"
Clenching his fists tightly, Zhang Chusheng gritted his teeth and squeezed these words out from between them, then with a big wave of his hand, he took the lead in leaving the bar.
The men in the bar who still had breath in them were immediately stunned on the spot. They had no idea what Scarsface had whispered to Zhang Chusheng—why had Zhang Chusheng suddenly turned around and left?
Is he... not fighting anymore?
"Are all of you deaf? Didn't you hear what Brother Sheng said? Get the hell out of here!" Seeing that the bunch of good-for-nothings were still dazed, Scarsface cursed loudly, then gave Yang Yifeng an apologetic smile and hurriedly led his men out of the bar.
In the blink of an eye, the black-clad men who were previously menacing inside the bar left in a shabby defeat, leaving the onlookers outside somewhat dumbfounded.
What's going on here?