Lü Zixuan's face was extremely sullen, staring coldly at Ye Qingtian, "Fine, you've got guts. If you don't pay two million today, don't even think about leaving here intact!"
Ye Qingtian said nothing and slowly stood up.
"Sit down! Without my permission, you cannot leave here!"
Lü Zixuan threatened, his face ferocious.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, Lü Zixuan's knee was struck with a powerful blow, accompanied by two cracking sounds, his body thumped to the ground, lying straight.
"Uh ah..."
Screams of misery echoed, heart-wrenching, like a pig being slaughtered.
"Young Master Lü? You dare to touch Young Master Lü?"
The other young masters disagreed, angrily reprimanding.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
But seven or eight young masters were thrown back as if hit by a car, their bodies flying sideways.
One landed behind Lü Zixuan, lying straight as well.
The second the same, the third alike...
All seven or eight were lying on the floor, perfectly lining the bar's passage.
