They returned to the bar counter, continuing to drink.
Only after Ye Hua had taken a significant beating, did he realize drinking a bit of alcohol for relief was a much better option.
He would rather die drunk than invite Mr. Xiaojiu's beatings.
When Mr. Xiaojiu starts thrashing, it truly is...inhuman, sigh!
Before the unusually silent bar counter, the tall man remained seated.
He casually propped his long legs on the stool. His perfect, long legs could make any woman go mad.
He didn't speak, just kept drinking in silence.
Sip after sip, bottle after bottle.
Ye Hua sat beside, clueless on how to break the silence.
However, with Mr. Xiaojiu's limited patience, if he didn't initiate a conversation soon, it wouldn't be long before he is used as a "punching bag" again.
The mere thought of Mr. Xiaojiu's punches...
Ye Hua cleared his throat, not daring to maintain silence any longer.
"Mr. Xiaojiu, about..."
"Get to the point." the man sitting on the stool snapped impatiently.