"Drag those few up here!"
Zhang Tian waved his hand grandly, and several thugs immediately dragged a few people into the bar—it was Li Yang and his Bikers.
By this time, Li Yang and Li Tian had been beaten to the point of being unrecognizable, their faces and bodies covered in red, swollen bruises, their clothes tattered and bloodied. It seemed they had not suffered lightly at the hands of Zhang Tian.
"Boss!"
As soon as they entered the bar and saw Li Feng sitting on the bar counter, Li Yang, feeling a sense of shame, called out with red eyes lowered.
The Bikers felt their uselessness, appearing so insignificant in front of the Nutian Gang; they even needed their boss to come to their rescue, and they felt they had lost face for Li Feng.
Li Feng glanced indifferently at the Bikers, said nothing, and turned to look at Zhang Tian before speaking.
"Take him away, leaving these few behind, and you can take Zhang Kuang with you!"
