The drinkers' eyes were filled with encouragement and... curiosity.
They were extremely curious about what exactly those two bartenders had seen.
And what exactly had happened just now?
Perhaps everything would be revealed in the next minute.
Standing outside the shattered opening, the bar owner had melancholic eyes and stubbly whiskers, paired with a rugged yet elegant blood-buffalo-hide jacket...
Sunlight filtered evenly through the Sky Barrier onto him. At that moment, he looked like an elegant nobleman gazing up at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.
Standing solemnly, his posture was impeccable, his bearing...
"Ugh..." A muffled groan came from the bar owner.
Then the owner lowered his head expressionlessly, casually covering his mouth with his right hand as his chest contracted again.
Beneath that leather jacket, his stomach was... spasming uncontrollably.
The bar owner lowered his head and walked back inside. Then he looked up, his expression as though he had been forced to eat ten bitter melons.
The drinkers' gazes grew even more puzzled...
The bartenders, whose stomachs finally felt a little better, looked up and asked, "Boss, what should we..."
"Shut up. Collect your pay later and get the hell out."
The bar owner said this elegantly to the bartender, then immediately covered his mouth again.
"George Boss, where's your explanation?"
"My friends and I are waiting."
The blond burly man looked at the Black brother weeping miserably on the ground, viciously kicked him again, and said with a broad smile.
George Boss, clad in leather and breathing unevenly, lowered his head to stare at his shoes for five seconds. He forcibly suppressed the feeling in his stomach before raising his head...
"Surround these two!"
At his command, the towering bartenders swiftly formed an encirclement, over a dozen shotguns aimed at Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue.
Heaven