บท 811: Chapter 810: Trading

The bartender was naturally indifferent, seemingly unconcerned about anything and everything that had nothing to do with her.

Assisted by the blonde waitress, Brother Tang returned, still glaring fiercely at Su Weifeng.

"Kid, you tricked me. I'm reporting you as an illegal immigrant right now. Let the police take you away," Brother Tang said, furious.

"Idiot," Su Weifeng glanced at him and responded coldly.

"You..." Brother Tang trembled with rage, this kid actually dared to insult me, a foreigner dares to insult me, and I am a green card-holding citizen.

"What's going on?" Attracted by Brother Tang's commotion, a man came downstairs from the second floor.

This man had dark circles under his eyes, probably around forty years old, clearly indulgent to excess. It was hard to imagine that this man actually owned a bar.