Two burly men in tight black tank tops, their muscular shoulders, backs, and arms covered in tattoos, were clearly not to be trifled with.
"So, it's just a bunch of little brats who haven't even grown hair yet!" The man with the small mustache, who had just cursed Liu Yan, looked up. He scanned the twenty-odd people in the hall, sneered, and then roared, "Who the hell is this bitch's man? Get your ass out here and answer me!"
Little Beard pointed to a wet patch on his shirt and snarled, "You'd better step forward properly right now! Don't fucking play dumb! Your woman dirtied my Armani! If you don't cough up twenty thousand, don't even think about walking out that door!"
"Who is Liu Yan's boyfriend?"
"Who knows? I don't think she has a boyfriend. When we were downstairs, Song Cai wasn't interested in her!"
"Why would she provoke people like that out of nowhere?"
