Chapter 22: Are they the bosses here?

  Jiūměilán looked at the fat hand without any panic, because he fundamentally couldn't knock himself down.

  The big hand was blocked halfway and hit an iron rod.

  "Die old man, you dare to bully my friend!" Mu Yixian held an iron rod in her hand.

  He withdrew his hand, Ah, damn it! How did a steel rod come out of nowhere? He had used too much force and almost broke his wrist. Forget it. There were still some younger brothers watching from behind, saving face was important. Puffing out chest, glaring eyes. "You cheap woman. You dare to pick up a tool against me? Watch as I flay your skin alive!"

  "Wipe your dog mouth for me!" Xia Zhi Chun's eyebrows were almost twisted together. The little hand in the doll on the left didn't want to bear it anymore.

  Jiūměi lán realized Xià zhī chún was wrong and quickly walked to her side, grabbing her left hand.

  "Damn it, are you guys still standing there like idiots? I'm the one who's been supporting this bunch of useless trash. Take these three little girls and beat them up, then bring them back!" Biao Han roared at his younger brother behind him.

  In an instant, three MMs were surrounded, and Mu Yixian gripped her iron rod tightly.

  Just as the group of young men were about to take action, a group of security guards rushed over, along with someone who looked like a manager.

  "Isn't this Xiao Ge from West Street? Don't you know that Dark Sky Bar doesn't allow fighting?" The person who looked like a manager walked into the crowd, and security had already cordoned off the area.

  "It's Brother Jie after all, sorry about that, just teaching a lesson to these three little girls." Biao Han said with a smile.

  It seems this bar still has some potential.

  "Let's just cut the crap! In Dark Heaven Bar, there are rules to follow." Jie's tone left no room for negotiation.

  Jiūměi lán and Xià zhī chún were not flustered, there were a few stools beside them, so they sat down again. Whether it was black or white that came, they would eat everything.

  "We'll clean up quickly." Biao Han refused to let go.

  "Sorry, this is non-negotiable!" Administrator Jie didn't take Biao Han seriously at all.

  "You think you're something, but you're just a dog managing a bar in this fake tiger's lair! I've been through the rivers and lakes for over 20 years, and I don't believe I can't handle you!" Biao Han was furious. All sorts of profanity and insults poured out.

  "Who is the dog?"

  "Zhang Debiao. Shouldn't you be rolling back to your Xijie?"

  "Don't you even want the doghouse on Western Street anymore?"

  Three voices, sent out of the crowd and passed on.

  Make way for a path, and three people walked in. Huh? Isn't this Xiū Shèng Fēng, Yàn Líng Xī, and Yè Liù Yì of the Soul Devouring Sect?

  Biao Han stared at those three people, stunned. His legs began to tremble.

  "Boss, Deputy Boss, Young Master Ye." Jie saw those three people lower their heads slightly.

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