Once people drank, their thoughts could become simplistic, and they became impulsive in their actions.
The three Cambodian locals kept chattering beside the four Westerners, naturally acting as fuel for the fire. With their teasing and prodding, the four Westerners' resentment was instantly ignited, and they began charging over to cause trouble.
Besides, there were seven of them in total—four Westerners and three Cambodian locals. Their numbers alone overwhelmed Chen Mo, so they had strength in numbers. That was one reason they had come over.
So they had come relying on their numbers. As for the Cambodian locals, they were really just following behind the Westerners, thinking they might get some leftovers without spending money. That would not be bad either.
They told Chen Mo to give the girls to them, while their eyes constantly signaled that if he refused, they would definitely make a move and beat him until he handed the girls over.
Chen Mo shook his head. Hearing the man say that, he did not care much. He had no thoughts about the four girls to begin with, so he replied along with the man's words, "If they're willing, feel free."
The moment those words came out, the four Westerners and three Cambodian locals all felt that Chen Mo had chickened out. They immediately burst into laughter. They had not expected Monroe, who looked so imposing, to be nothing but a paper tiger.
Chen Mo, disguised as Monroe, was extremely tall and well-built, unlike the four scrawny Westerners before him, let alone the three relatively short Cambodian locals. Yet after hearing those words, all seven of them believed the man before them had backed down. Being brawny was useless; what a waste of such a sturdy body.
The Western man who had spoken earlier raised his brows