Outside the bar.
Several people, including Zhang Bei, lay on the ground like mud. When Song Yun came out, fifteen minutes had passed since they were thrown out. Now, even though Zhang Bei and the others had come to their senses, they hadn't fully regained their awareness and were covered in bruises.
Song Yun glanced at Zhang Bei and the others with a smile, just about to leave, when a police car sped up and arrived.
A few people got out of the car, one of them shouted, "What's going on, what's going on here, who stirred up trouble and fought?!"
Song Yun saw the person and chuckled internally; wasn't this Old Zhou, who appeared when he confronted Prince earlier?
Old Zhou had come because he received a report. Tonight, Old Zhou felt very depressed; he planned to rest well at the station and attend to his own affairs, but was called out by a phone call. Just when he finally found a chance to cozy up to Prince, it turned out that the opponent was an even bigger shot.
