Chapter 6 Trouble!
These guys pushed and shoved their way through the crowd, grabbing whoever they pleased, especially targeting those with good figures.
The women who were grabbed screamed and backed away. Though they wanted to protest, seeing the circle of tough-looking guys behind them, they dared not speak out, afraid of being taken away.
Seeing the incoming gang, Yelo became spirited. He raised his hand and gestured, "Over here!"
The dozen or so thugs immediately rushed over. After seeing the wound on Yelo's face, they started cursing angrily.
"Damn it! Boss, who did this? We'll beat them up!"
"Damn it! Dare to hit our Boss, tired of living!"
"Boss, tell us who to mess with, and we'll mess with them!"
Yelo smirked and pointed at the bespectacled man. The thugs understood and immediately surrounded him.
The leader, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and a rooster-like crest, glanced sideways at the bespectacled man and said, "Kid, you dare to mess with my Boss?"
The bespectacled man felt extremely nervous inside but still bravely replied, "So what if it was me who hit him?"
"So what?" The rooster-headed guy scanned his gang behind him, then suddenly raised his hand and fiercely slapped the bespectacled man across the face.
Caught off guard, the bespectacled man stumbled backward and sat on the ground, his glasses flying off his face, and one side of his face visibly swollen.
Immediately, the rooster-headed guy stepped forward and delivered a kick, knocking him over, and cursed, "Dare to mess with our Boss, kid, you're in trouble. Speak up, do you want to lose an arm or a leg?"
The bespectacled man, dazed from the beating, only managed to gasp, "Back off, or I'll call the police!"
"Call the police?" The rooster-headed guy laughed uproariously upon hearing this, along with his gang behind him.
The next moment, the rooster-headed guy grabbed the bespectacled man by the hair and slammed his head onto the ground, snarling and arrogant, "You want to call the police? Let me call them for you!"
In just a few moments, the bespectacled man's face was covered in blood, a pitiful sight.
The music in the bar had stopped at some point, and everyone was watching the rooster-headed guy beating up the bespectacled man.
After a while, the rooster-headed guy seemed to tire out and stopped.
Yelo walked up to the bespectacled man, spat on the ground beside him, and taunted, "Kid, you wanted to kill me, right? Come on, show me what you've got?"
The bespectacled man groaned in pain, avoiding eye contact and remaining silent.
"In this territory, I'm the boss!" Yelo pulled out a dagger, grinning menacingly, about to stab the bespectacled man.
"Stop!"
A delicate shout, Nora pushed through the crowd and walked out.
She coldly glanced at Yelo and the others. "This is a bar! If you want to fight, take it outside!"
"Who left their fly open and exposed you?" Yelo turned around impatiently, but when he got a clear look at Nora's appearance, his eyes instantly lit up. He extended his hand, saying, "Beauty, I'm Yelo Goan! Shall we get acquainted?"
Nora didn't even look at the hand he extended, her voice icy, "Get out!"
With those words, the smile vanished from Yelo's face.
The rooster-headed guy couldn't contain his anger and cursed, "Bastard, how dare you talk to my Boss like that!"
Yelo waved his hand, looking at Nora with a smirk, "Beauty, don't you know this area belongs to me?"
Nora sneered, "Ridiculous. All the people in this bar are under me. When did it become your territory?"
"I'm in charge of this area in the Bund, haven't your employees told you?" Yelo's triangular eyes roamed up and down Nora's graceful figure, full of greed.
Yelo had seen plenty of beautiful women, and Fleross had no shortage of them. As the boss of this area, he had played with countless women, but Nora was the first one like her he had seen.
The flames of desire rose in his belly, making him want to possess this outrageously beautiful woman in front of him!
Licking his lips, he couldn't hold back any longer.
Reaching out, he moved to touch Nora's cheek, but she stepped back, her eyebrows furrowed. "What are you doing?"
"What am I doing?" Yelo smirked lecherously, "Of course, I want to have you, beauty!"
Nora had never heard such filthy words, and it made her pale with anger.
Seeing Yelo raise his hand again, she was filled with disgust. With a swift motion, she slapped his hand away.
Yelo's face darkened, and he signaled to the rooster-headed guy, who immediately surrounded Nora with his men. "Beauty, our Boss wants to be friends with you, but your attitude isn't right."
"Yeah, follow our Boss, and no one will dare to bother your bar in this area."
"Our Boss is really skilled in that department. Once you've tried it, you won't be able to leave!"
Surrounded by a group of thugs, Nora listened to their lewd words, her chest heaving with anger, which only made her seem more majestic.
Yelo and the others stared, especially Yelo, who wished his eyes could be on Nora's chest, as his hand reached out straight toward her chest, saying, "Beauty, you've got something dirty on you. Let me clean it for you!"
Just as Yelo's hand was about to touch her, a large hand suddenly appeared, tightly grabbing Yelo's wrist.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
A piercing pain shot through Yelo's wrist, causing him to cry out immediately.
"Arlo?!"
Nora looked at Arlo, who stood in front of her, somewhat surprised. She glanced at the security guards in the bar, feeling annoyed.
She had paid a lot of money to hire these security guards to keep order, but when trouble arose, even she, the owner, was in danger, these security guards remained indifferent.
Arlo gave a reassuring smile, "Ms. Marsh, don't worry, I'm here!"
"You bastard, let go!" Yelo gritted his teeth, staring angrily at the young man in the security uniform in front of him.
But Arlo didn't let go, instead, he increased the pressure on Yelo's wrist. "Didn't you hear what my boss said? If you want to fight, get out!"
"Go to hell!"
Yelo roared and grabbed a beer bottle, smashing it down toward Arlo's head.
Arlo could have dodged it, but the thought of Nora being hurt instead made him take the bottle to his head.
"Clang!"
The sound of the bottle hitting Arlo's head echoed in the bar.
The beer bottle shattered, and a stream of crimson blood flowed down his forehead.
Arlo didn't even flinch, just stared at Yelo with cold eyes.
The icy gaze made Yelo's heart race, as if trying to bolster himself, he picked up the bottle and smashed it on Arlo's head.
Arlo endured it stoically, his eyes growing even colder.
"I'll say it again, get out!"