This is a nightclub, and a lot of hoodlums who don't look like anything good are gathered at the entrance. Tattoos seem to be their trademark, and the arrogant expressions on their faces also broadcast the message 'I'm not easily messed with'.
"There are so many of them. Are you sure you still want to go in?" Mu Yang looked at the people outside the club at night and said. These people were just the ones outside, heaven knows how many might be hiding inside the club, so Mu Yang thought the wisest choice now was to turn around and leave.
No matter how powerful one person is, it's impossible to handle dozens of them at once.
Mu Yang underestimated Su Changfeng a bit. In Su Changfeng's eyes now, numbers don't mean any advantage, especially when it's a group of hoodlums with no real skills, like a bunch of kids still in kindergarten.
"If you're worried about getting caught in the crossfire, then stay in the car obediently," Su Changfeng reminded Mu Yang.
