As soon as Yunting finished speaking, Wang Hui's face slightly changed. He immediately glanced outside the bar.
At that moment, on the street outside the bar, beams of headlights were rapidly approaching—at least seven or eight vehicles were swiftly heading directly toward Wen Ya's bar.
These vans lined up in a straight line, making a striking presence on the street as they approached the bar.
Screech! Screech! Screech!
After a few seconds, with a series of sharp braking sounds, the vans stopped right outside the bar door.
Soon, the doors opened, and men with fierce builds, each holding a machete, stepped down from the vehicles. Upon counting, there were nearly fifty of them!
Witnessing this scene, Wang Hui's face displayed utter shock. He couldn't have imagined such a twist would occur!
The person in flamboyant clothes before him surprisingly possessed such influential power.
Swoosh!
