Bang!
The glass was smashed harshly on the ground, and they menacingly gathered around the table.
Wu Yong sensed that something was wrong and wanted to leave, but a few brothers forcibly pulled him back.
"Damn! Little bitch, my brother asking you to pay is giving you face. Do you damn well think we have no money? Is ten thousand enough to keep you for one night?"
The man shouted angrily, spittle almost spraying on Ye Ling'Er's face.
"Stay away from her."
Suddenly, Yang Cheng spoke, raising his eyes coldly at them.
"Oh ho! No wonder the little bitch is so wild, turns out she's got a man backing her up!"
"Pretty boy, you think you alone can take on the six of us brothers?"
They laughed scornfully, looking at Yang Cheng as if he was no fighter, surely he'd be pinned down and beaten up by them soon.
"Hey! What are you all doing, can't we talk nicely!"
"Xiaoyong, try to persuade them not to make it difficult for the young couple."
