Apart from fear, Zhao Tianjiao couldn't do anything. Faced with a group of fierce and evil gangsters, all she could do was plead, "Brother Ghost, stop."
Brother Ghost, leaning against the sofa, wore a bright smile, "Miss Zhao, don't rush, your bar hasn't been renovated for a long time, let me help you renovate."
Zhao Tianjiao stood up, her gaze fixed on Brother Ghost. This was her hard work, and now it was reduced to rubble; everything in the bar from tables and chairs to various expensive drinks were scattered on the floor.
"Brother Ghost, you're going too far." Zhao Tianjiao squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.
"Hahaha, Miss Zhao, have a seat, let's talk," Brother Ghost said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.
After the destruction, the bar was in complete disarray, nothing was left intact.
Zhao Tianjiao didn't move, she stood there silently.