บท 1750: Using the Calmest Tone to Say the Most Suicidal Words

"Too late?" Millie still looked confused.

Ye Feng gestured for her to look to his left.

The middle-aged man with long bangs, also known as Brother Harlan, had already walked over with a beer bottle in his hand.

When he walked over, there were lackeys in front of him helping to clear the way. His expression was also very arrogant.

Coupled with the cool lights and background music in the nightclub, it felt like a tough guy was about to make his debut.

However, it was a pity that the cool and arrogant man was mouthy for some reason.

When he got close to Ye Feng and Millie's table, he took a huge gulp of liquor, then glanced at the man with the tattooed arm covering his right fist. He asked hoarsely, "Who hit my brother?"

"Step out!"

When Millie heard this, her expression stiffened, and she subconsciously hugged Ye Feng's right arm.

The surrounding people were swallowing their saliva as they secretly looked at Ye Feng.