Yang Yan naturally wouldn't sympathize with this group of thugs, so he simply picked up his cocktail and drank it in one gulp, continuing to watch Fatty's performance.

The thugs were unaware of the situation and heard Fatty asking Li Shuai to let them go, causing them to feel unexpectedly delighted.

They truly didn't want to go with this group of soldiers.

God knows what awaits them.

Li Shuai thought for a moment, gritting his teeth and said:

"Alright! Since Fatty has spoken up, I must give him this face. I'll call my men to leave; you're free to do as you please from now on."

After Li Shuai finished speaking, he informed his men.

The leader of his team also looked at Fatty in surprise, then lightly nodded, signaling his subordinates to line up and leave.

Being the head of the special operations group for Li Shuai's family, he was naturally unwilling to get involved in fights, as long as it didn't harm Li Shuai physically, he didn't bother with these trivial matters.

Seeing this group of menacing men really leave, the thugs felt a sudden sense of surviving a disaster.

The same went for the leader from the Second Generation of the Black.

After all, facing such a group of men, saying they were unafraid would be impossible.

However, he knew very well that what they would face next was the mysterious bar owner.

Before the Second Generation of the Black could speak, the thugs who were already thinking ahead prepared to sneak away.

"Want to leave? Did I say you could go?"

Fatty downed his vodka in one gulp and placed the glass heavily on the bar counter.

The Second Generation of the Black originally wanted to say something perfunctory, but was directly blocked and had no choice but to frown at the inscrutable bar owner.

"Master Fatty's words are final. Don't think Master Fatty is your savior, nor treat his words as passing remarks. From now on, you have half an hour to gather money. Three million, and each of you gets an arm broken."

Fatty said coldly, and the aura suddenly changed, seemingly lowering the temperature in the entire bar.

"Don't go too far."

The Second Generation of the Black said through clenched teeth.

"Too far? Oh, right, you started this by harassing my employee, correct? You'll have to pay an extra twenty thousand as compensation for the mental damage, or Master Fatty will break all your teeth."

"Alright, you can start calling to gather money. Everyone help keep track of the time! Once it's up, we'll act. There's another good show coming up!"

Fatty said as he pulled over a chair and sat down heavily.

He waved his hand, and a waitress who knew his preference handed him a full glass of whiskey.

The thugs immediately widened their eyes, looking at each other.

They suddenly felt that all these years in the underworld had been futile.

Look at him, asking for millions just like that.

This money comes easier than robbing!

Although, he's a bit silly.

With so many of us, why would we be afraid of you?!

No matter how impressive your background is, we'd directly beat you up and smash this place.

Someone completely ignored Fatty's words and turned to leave.

Unfortunately, just as someone reached to pull the door, there was a swishing sound.

Then, a shard of glass pinned that hand firmly to the door.

Ah!

Immediately, a heart-wrenching scream seemed to shake the ceiling.

"You think Master Fatty is playing house with you? I said you better hurry and call to gather money, or today I'll ruin both your hands. If you don't believe it, feel free to try."

Fatty said coldly.

Everyone suddenly saw that a corner of his glass was missing, precisely the shard that pierced the man's hand!

"Yang...Yang, the owner looks so...so terrifying now!"

Li Hongyu gently pushed Yang Yan's hand and stuttered.

"Not at all, I actually find him quite adorable. What do you think? Doesn't your current boss seem particularly reliable?"

Yang Yan said while handing the empty glass to Li Hongyu.

"Make another one, use your boss's private stock. The drink here really lacks taste. Now the good show is just starting, it must be paired with a good drink."

Li Hongyu paused visibly, saying with a bitter face:

"No way! I don't know about other places, but all the drinks here are genuine, the boss specially orders them from abroad, each batch comes with documentation, there's no problem at all."

As she spoke, she still opened the secret compartment under the counter and took out a bottle of Fatty's private stock.

"What? Not calling means you want to keep both hands?"

Fatty laughed as he spoke.

But in the eyes of the Second Generation of the Black and the thugs, this smile seemed extremely sinister.

Seeing the scene in front of them, even those with a screw loose knew that the Fatty in front of them was definitely not simple.

It's no wonder even the seemingly invincible Li Shuai showed such respect towards him.

Before the Second Generation of the Black could react, the other thugs were already pulling out their phones to call and gather money.

They definitely didn't want both hands broken.

As for breaking one hand, they'd discuss once the money was gathered.

Perhaps all that's wanted is an attitude?

The Second Generation of the Black stared at Fatty, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

But being under someone else's roof, he had to lower his head.

He could see that Fatty was definitely a master; if it came to a real fight, he'd be the first who couldn't escape.

He gritted his teeth and obediently pulled out his phone to call his father, briefly explaining today's incident.

Being the illegitimate son of a gangster boss, he indeed caused a lot of trouble growing up, but his dad always resolved them easily.

Though he might seem foolish, he wasn't actually stupid.

At least back home, he wouldn't provoke someone he couldn't afford to mess with.

No matter how well his dad mixed in, he was still a thug.

He understood this very well.

So every time he caused trouble, he never hid it, always saying everything.

Whether his dad could resolve it or not, he never really considered it.

At least so far, his dad hadn't faced anything he couldn't resolve.

"Pass the phone to him, I'll speak a few words."

The man said on the other end of the line.

The Second Generation of the Black quickly handed the phone to Fatty.

Unfazed, Fatty took the phone and said:

"Hello? Feel free to say whatever you want!"

"My foolish son has troubled you, I sincerely apologize. If you have any demands, feel free to state them; I'll strive to fulfill them. The child is young and impulsive, I hope you won't mind."

The voice on the other end was calm, and even through the network, one could sense the gangster boss's aura.

Oh dear!

Is this a reasonable thug?

Fatty now found it a bit tricky.

If the other party was hardline or unreasonable, there was nothing to discuss; he could play along as he wished.

But this person came in admitting fault and gave conditions to propose, making it quite difficult.

Moreover, he could tell the person was serious and very sincere.

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