At this moment, Fang Mengjun said in a low voice, "She's unwilling to go. Can you still force her?"
As she spoke, she no longer had any confidence. After all, there were so many people standing there.
Hearing Fang Mengjun's words, the man smiled coldly. "Force her? That's right! W'ere forcing her. Not to mention a student like her, even if a celebrity came, they wouldn't dare not to go to the trap set by my boss. Otherwise, they can forget about leaving Yanwei!"
"Weren't you arrogant just now? You even raised a beer bottle. Let me see if you can be arrogant again." The thin man raised his head and puffed out his chest. His back was stiff.
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of burly men surged out from behind him. Each of their arms was embroidered with tattoos and they had short hair. Their faces were filled with ferocity.
In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.