He really wanted to be absolutely tough, but in this situation, he couldn't be tough, so he could only take a deep breath and make a compromise.

Trembling, he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the phone was connected, and a woman's calm voice came from the opposite side: "Lone wolf, things are going so slowly?"

Lone Wolf's eyelids twitched, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but he could only say in a deep voice: "Servant Fan, I'm sorry, I'm not effective, please punish me."

On the other side of the phone, Fan Baitao's voice froze slightly, and after a while, a smiling voice came out.

"interesting."

"I'll come over here to see, what kind of tough bone did I encounter this time?"

A few minutes later, all the people in the bar were evicted.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of a car engine came from outside.

One by one, the bald men kicked the car door and jumped down, all looking coldly at the bar in front of them.

Soon, they poured in, making the whole bar full of water!

These people are basically disciples of the outer sect of the Dizong, because Shi Sansheng was born, all of them gathered together.

But now, someone dared to slap Di Zong in the face?

It is simply unbearable!

After a while, there was the sound of high-heeled footsteps in the corridor of the bar.

The sound is neither too fast nor too slow.

But there is an unspeakable murderous intent in the rhythm.

Some people who lack confidence will probably collapse to the ground when they hear such a voice.

For example, Su Yangjin, when he heard the footsteps, his face turned pale.

And Xiao Ruyi's expression also changed slightly, it was obvious that the owner who heard the footsteps was absolutely extraordinary.

On the contrary, Ye Hao had an indifferent expression on his face, and at this moment, he still put on a new brew of tea and prepared to brew it again.

Soon, the door of the box was pushed open with a "creak".

Immediately afterwards, Fan Baitao and Yeluqing appeared together.

They all held the shaking goblets in their hands, and sipped them slightly while shaking them.

A smell of wine spread throughout the box.

And the disciples of the Dizongmen who followed them were still a group of masters from the United States, and all of them had cold and serious expressions at the moment.

The entire venue was filled with darkness, and the atmosphere was incomparably dignified.

An atmosphere that can stop children from crying at night was created in this way.

These people first glanced at the audience casually, then looked at the token pierced through the ground, and finally their eyes fell on Ye Hao who was brewing tea.

Those local sect members all looked angry, but without Fan Baitao's signal, they didn't dare to act casually. JrNovels.com