Dao's three underlings are now lying beaten on the ground.
What surprised Lin Tian the most was Zhou Mi's fighting prowess being unexpectedly strong.
It only took one face-off for her to take someone down, and the way he's clutching his chest and groaning suggests he'll need a few days in the hospital.
As for Dao himself, Lin Tian doesn't even need to lift a finger. He's already looking pretty miserable.
The onlookers aren't just here for the spectacle; they enjoy kicking someone when they're down. Dao's foul mouth has earned him the anger of the crowd.
By now, the music in the bar has already stopped, and two men in security uniforms stepped into the dance floor.
"What's happening here? Who's causing trouble?" one of the security guards in front asked.
Truth be told, these two security guards don't even remotely resemble professionals. They look more like hoodlums, standing crookedly with a swagger reminiscent of street toughs.
