Within 20 minutes, a group of hooligans armed with steel pipes and machetes barged into Silver Goblet Bar and surrounded George and the others.
The beautiful woman screamed in horror, but George and his lackeys did not even flinch.
“Punk, aren’t you quite… quite arrogant? Keep on being arrogant if you have the balls!” The young man said triumphantly.
Then he looked lecherously at the beautiful woman hiding behind George.
“If you apologize to me now and let me have a good time with your woman, I can… I can spare you…”
George burst out laughing after hearing this.
“Little b*stard, I don’t care if you’re a rich heir or the son of a rich businessman. You won’t live to see the sun tomorrow if you offend me!”
Once George finished speaking, Dorodo’s city defense soldiers armed with weapons barged in from outside the bar.
How could the young man’s staff, who were only ordinary hooligans, compare to Dorodo’s city defense soldiers, who had received rigorous training?
Besides that, their weapons were either steel pipes or machetes, which were crude.
Every one of the city defense soldiers held a crossbow. On top of that, there were hundreds of city defense soldiers, and the twenty or so hooligans were outnumbered.
“Weren’t you smug earlier? Didn’t you want me to apologize? Repeat what you just said if you have the balls.” George reached his right hand to his waist, pressed it against the hilt, and chided.
The young man was now mostly sober and afraid.
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