"Come with me, and if you dare to run, don't blame the knife in my hand for being merciless!"
Fan Ming gave the farmer couple a harsh glare, then stood up and walked towards the bar's exit.
On Xiao Tian's side.
Leaving the dance floor, Xiao Tian casually found a seat, drinking by himself, waiting for news from the web.
After nearly twenty minutes, still no news!
"Why is there still no news?" Xiao Tian murmured.
Just as he picked up his phone, he suddenly felt a menacing aura approaching.
Looking up, he saw that it was the blond-haired thug who had caused trouble earlier, but this time, leading the group was a burly man with a face full of malevolence and a hideous scar running across it.
"You're looking for more people for revenge?" Xiao Tian sneered, thinking that people nowadays all seem to have a masochistic streak. Why do they forget the pain once the scar heals?
