The bar's incandescent lights shone down onto the floor.
Xiao Yang stood hidden in the shadows of a corner, watching the distance with a complicated expression.
Lu Chao had arrived with such confidence and composure, utterly unafraid even in the face of the Iron Blood Gang's gunpoint threats.
Across from him—
"Don't be ridiculous."
Zhou Qiang snapped back to his senses and barked out a low rebuke. He had never expected Lu Chao to suddenly come to the bar.
He strode over and reached out with his right hand, intending to pull Lu Chao away.
Click.
However, Lu Chao moved faster.
Lu Chao's left hand pressed down on his wrist. The force behind it was steady and solid, not the slightest bit inferior to that of a seasoned Fighter like him.
Zhou Qiang froze slightly. Chen Junhao on the second floor also paused, a flicker of surprise passing through his eyes.
"You..."
"Brother Qiang."
Meeting his gaze calmly, Lu Chao smiled. "I'm a Fighter too."
At those words, Zhou Qiang's expression shifted. Naturally, he understood what Lu Chao meant.
But how could he allow him to get dragged into a grudge like this?
He instinctively wanted to shake his head, but then—
"Oh? Is this one of your Hongyi Society people too?"
Liu Hong, standing on the stage with an unfriendly expression, cast his gaze over and looked Lu Chao up and down.
No one answered. He seemed to have guessed something.
"Heh, if not... it doesn't matter."
"There are only three matches anyway. The result will be the same."
He deliberately mocked and provoked them as he looked toward the second floor. "Ahao, wouldn't you say so?"
Their eyes met. Chen Junhao held a cigarette between his teeth and ignored him.
He merely looked at Lu Chao. He saw