With a single sweep of his eyes, he took in the expressions of the four men and the three Cambodian natives.
Buck and Jackson burst out laughing when they saw the group unconsciously take a step back.
They were genuinely delighted. After drinking and plowing the fields tonight, they had originally been thinking of finding some other fun, but they had not expected someone to come knocking. How could they not be happy?
Besides, getting active again after a round of fun helped the body recover, didn't it? Although their subordinates had already entered sage mode, their brains were still excited. Finding something to do would keep their minds from wandering elsewhere.
The four white men and the three Cambodian natives, however, felt their chests tighten when they saw Buck, Jackson, and Chen Mo standing there. The aura of those three was truly intimidating, making them hesitate to advance.
Whether in physique or aura, Chen Mo's group of three surpassed the four fellows and three Cambodian natives.
"Whoa! Get them! Teach them a lesson!" The situation on Chen Mo's side had become entertainment for the people at the nearby tables. Several white men, eager to stir things up, raised their drinks into the air and shouted at the four white men.
Onlookers existed everywhere, not just back home but abroad as well. Don't say there were no onlookers overseas—that was impossible. These people had been bored out of their minds, so when they saw a fight, how could they not egg it on?
This drew the attention of the other bar patrons. They all Turned their Heads this way, raised their glasses, and shouted, "Whoa! I'm betting on the team of seven!"
"No! I'm betting on the three over there! Those three don't look like fellows you can mess with!"