Chapter 212: Nightclub Bloodbath

In a daze, Wang Ye heard people talking.

"Little fucker? Still breathing?"

"You chopped up Yangyang badly, you owe him his life."

"What the hell do you think you are? Dare to mess with my people?"

"Actually, to be honest, if you hadn't made that move, with your personality, I would have been happy to take you on as a follower."

"But unfortunately, you just had to attack my man."

"If I don't open your skylight, my team will be hard to manage."

Someone lifted Wang Ye's chin, and he struggled to open his hugely swollen right eye, glimpsing a man in a floral shirt through the slit.

When he came to, he found himself stripped of his shirt, hanging in a tiny room.

Then, several crew-cut men with steel pipes and wrenches came over to greet him.