Wu Tian thought, I should find a chance to get out of here. It's too boring.
Xiao Liang had the same thought. He was wearing a baseball cap and glasses to avoid being recognized, but the disguise made him uncomfortable. If he were not trying to observe Wu Tian, an old man like him would never do something like this.
Just then, the door to the private room was kicked open. Several thugs with red and yellow hair, all wearing tank tops, rushed inside. Their leader was a man with a scar over one eye. His left arm was wrapped around a flamboyantly dressed woman, and his right hand clutched a large machete. As soon as he entered, the man, Machete Liu Wu, demanded coldly, "Who is Wu Tian?"
Chen Cheng and the others instinctively looked toward Wu Tian.
"You? Good. You're coming with us. I've got a few things to talk over with you," Machete Liu Wu said. Even with his calm tone, Machete Liu Wu's fearsome face was enough to intimidate anyone.
