The train conductor blocked four or five hands reaching for his backside with an energy barrier, his face dark as he approached the bar counter.
Those ugly women were nothing, opposites attract, he could barely accept that.
But he had remembered those two men.
Taking a deep breath, the train conductor decided to deal with Xiaodong's issue first before handling them.
He lightly tapped the marble countertop, "One grilled steak, two slices of bread, and a bottle of soda."
After three breaths.
The noise remained chaotic, a few young bartenders loudly discussed how large the dancer's butt was and how thrilling it was in bed.
Su Huan felt no anger, every bar he had been to in his past life had similar scenes.
Without displaying some wealth or power, these idiots, whose brains seemed to have been chewed by dogs, wouldn't pay attention to what you say.
Su Huan slapped the table with the back of his hand, producing a "bang" sound.
