"What do you want?" The bald guy didn't have a single hair on his head, not even on his eyebrows or eyelashes, making him look rather intimidating. He was picking his teeth with a fingernail, as if he had just been drinking and eating meat. He looked at the hundreds of people in front of him with a very disdainful expression.
"Are you from the Qiao Bang?" Liu the Tyrant asked coldly.
"You already know, so why ask? You didn't come to invite us to a victory feast, did you?" The bald guy spat, a bit of meat still in the saliva, and chuckled coldly. "Sorry, there's no show for you here. If you want to drink and eat meat, you'll have to go to the hotel yourself!"
