Under the coercion of Young Master Bi's fists and kicks, dozens of strong men wore expressions of living death, strutting the so-called model catwalk, awkwardly showing off the gaudy tattoos on their bodies to the onlookers.
This scene made many people want to laugh but didn't dare, fearing these men would get humiliated and lash out in anger.
It was a very uncomfortable feeling to hold in the laughter.
Lin Jie couldn't bear to watch any longer and couldn't help but call out to Young Master Bi: "Stop it quickly. Let them all wait outside, and you come with us!"
"Hey..."
Responding, Young Master Bi shouted to his subordinates: "All of you, get out of here quickly."
"Each one of you looks like you haven't pooped in five or six days, with faces red and necks bulging, not a shred of professionalism."
Upon hearing this, these men, feeling pardoned, picked up their clothes and dashed out of the banquet hall in the blink of an eye.
