Time passed second by second, and the atmosphere in the bar had reached a tipping point.
The originally soothing music had stopped, and all the waitstaff and patrons were watching Wang Hui and Yunting, both fearful and expectant, eager to know the outcome of this situation.
The dozen or so youths holding knives had shifted their focus, forming a circle around Yunting, their blades flashing coldly, chilling the heart.
"Lu Yu, is he going to be okay? Do you need my help?"
Seeing Yunting surrounded by the knife-wielding youths, Luo Lie spoke up, his words full of depth.
"No need."
Hearing this, Lu Yu, like an audience member watching a play, swirled his drink and spoke with a chilly nonchalance: "You're underestimating Yunting. He's Lin'an's biggest underground force leader, a position carved out with each knife, not as weak as you think."
"So,"
