Young Master Jian was no fool. He immediately sensed something was wrong. Though he couldn't understand why, his struggling movements became smaller.
And as Zhou Wang and the others turned to leave, Bao Jin, stunned at first, shouted angrily, "Jian Sihan, Zhou Wang, get back here! Things aren't resolved. Did I say you could leave?!"
Zhou Wang paid him no mind, continuing to lead Young Master Jian and the others out. Bao Jin cursed again and grabbed a bottle from the table, starting to throw it wildly.
Amidst screams and exclamations, the bottles scattered among the crowd, causing chaos. At this, the music in the bar finally paused temporarily, and Zhou Wang and his group stopped.
It wasn't because they were hit, but because their way forward was blocked.
About seven or eight burly men with dark complexions stood at the bar's passage, glaring fiercely at Zhou Wang and his companions.
