Just as the thug was about to enter, Jiang Xiaoying closed her eyes in despair. Damn it, I swore to myself, why is no one coming to save me!
At that moment, a loud bang echoed, and the door of the private room was kicked open with a powerful kick! No, it was kicked to pieces!
With a murderous gaze directed at the door, the thugs froze upon seeing who had arrived.
Standing at the door was a man, dressed in a white long robe that clashed with the bar's atmosphere. These thugs hadn't read enough to know how to describe such a man, whose aura made even the fearless thugs feel inferior in comparison.
The visitor was none other than Duan Tang! The Family Head of the Muyun Society, Duan Tang!
"It seems I've interrupted your business." Duan Tang smiled gently, and his voice was soft and comforting. He glanced nonchalantly at Jiang Xiaoying, then moved his gaze away with a smile, yet showed no intention of leaving.
