Wolfgang drank his wine in boredom, looking at Ye Feng.
"Young Master Wolfgang, look! Look, someone at the table opposite is bullying the barmaid."
A rich second-generation heir nudged Wolfgang and pointed at a nearby table.
"Tsk! It's boring. What's the point of a man bullying a woman."
Wolfgang had a look of disdain on his face. He had experienced countless bullying incidents since he was young, and it was him bullying others. He had long lost interest in bullying the weak.
Tonight's story was about to begin.
Ye Feng looked at Wolfgang with pity in his eyes. You won't say that later, after all, you're the one who's suffering tonight.
On the other side, an ordinary-looking young man was playing with a glass of red wine. He was so ordinary that no one around him noticed his existence.