His intention was crystal clear: the hand that struck would be the hand left behind!
Meanwhile, five or six black-clothed big men suddenly appeared, their hands placed in front of their abdomens, standing respectfully behind Li Guangyuan.
Seeing his bodyguards approaching, Li Guangyuan's face revealed a fearless expression: "Do it yourself. If you wait for my men to act, what you'll end up losing won't just be an arm or a leg!"
By this time, a large crowd of onlookers had gathered, of course, not a single person dared to approach, all standing at a distance.
It was just that the music inside the bar was too loud, so none of them could hear clearly what these people were saying; they could only take a rough guess based on the situation.
"What's going on here? Are those guys Mr. Li's friends?" an uninformed woman asked, while also looking at Li Guangyuan's back, her eyes sparkling with admiration.