He took a drag of his cigarette and blew the smoke directly into the manager's face, his expression clearly impatient, "Tell Dan Ying to hurry up. He's not even sixty yet; how can he be so slow in handling matters?"
Manager: "..."
I get it, you don't want to leave tonight.
More than half of the bouncers outside the venue were high-level fighters trained by the boxing gym.
On Li Qiao's side, there were only seven or eight people.
The underground venue was already far from the bustling district, and the ring fights inside continued.
There weren't many pedestrians in this area, and those who occasionally passed by would turn around and leave immediately upon seeing the scene, not daring to stay.
The situation resembled a negotiation, yet also felt like a standoff before a clash.
After a moment, Li Qiao raised her eyes to scan the surroundings, leaned on Shang Yu's shoulder, and whispered, "Put me down, please."
