บท 886: Chapter 887: The Wrath of the War God

The female manager covered her face, horrified and uneasy.

She was just a manager, in plain terms, an employee; she couldn't afford to offend anyone.

But to push those girls into the pit of fire was something she was unwilling to do.

She was no hero, but her conscience had not yet darkened.

"Zhao Fei, it seems your influence in Chongzhi isn't as big as you thought!"

Xu Xian said lazily.

Hearing this, Zhao Fei's face darkened.

He grabbed the female manager's collar and said, "You bitch, making us lose face in front of Young Master Xu, you're asking for death!"

"Zhao Fei, why waste words with her? Since she refuses to send the waitresses over, let's start with her first."

Ming De said with a cold laugh.

"Right, right, this woman is quite attractive. Her husband is quite lucky. But today, he's definitely getting a green hat."

Hai Feng said with a big laugh.

As they spoke, several men stood up.

They cornered the female manager.