The man with dyed hair looked down at Viola Thompson and Fiona Knight with a smug expression in his eyes.
In this bar, there wasn't a single girl he couldn't handle.
Whether they were pure or seductive.
The tattooed man standing next to Viola said, "Do you know who our bro Isaac is? He's the crown prince of Phoenix Bar! If you ladies succumb to him, you'll enjoy a life of luxury. But if you refuse…" The tattooed man chuckled lewdly at that point.
The other people around them were also chuckling weirdly.
Yes.
The blond man standing before Fiona Knight was none other than Isaac Brooklyn, the illegitimate son of the Phoenix Bar's boss.
The reason why this illegitimate son was so reckless was firstly due to a lack of discipline since childhood, and secondly, his mother was a morally corrupt woman who habitually wrecked other people's families.
Such people certainly could not raise decent children.
Viola Thompson was not afraid. She lifted her gaze and looked at the tattooed man and Isaac with a slightly raised corner of her lips. "And what if we refuse? How would you handle that?"
Isaac looked at Viola, his eyes lecherous. He reached out to touch her face, "Honey, if you refuse, we're obviously going to pamper you."
"Ha, ha, ha!"
The onlookers all laughed loudly.
After all, they were all birds of a feather.
Fiona frowned slightly, tightly grabbing Viola's hand, "Vio, what do we do now?"
"Don't be afraid." Viola quietly comforted Fiona. With her other hand, she quickly slapped Isaac across the face.
Smack.
The slap rang out clear and crisp.
Isaac was stunned.
So were the others around him.
The only one who wasn't surprised was Fiona. To Viola, this sort of thing was just another day at the office.
A mont later, Isaac finally snapped back to reality. With his hand cupped over his now red and swollen cheek, he exploded in anger, "Fuck you! Bitch! How dare you hit !"
The tattooed man rushed over imdiately, trying to grab Viola's hair.
But who was Viola?
Of course, she would not give the tattooed man such an opportunity!
Thud.
She kicked out, sending the tattooed man sprawling to the ground.
Isaac was dumbfounded.
In all the ti the bar had been open, he had never seen such a fierce girl.
The tattooed man was a Taekwondo instructor, who could ordinarily take on three guys at once.
But today!
The tattooed man was actually taken down by Viola.
How could Isaac bear this?
Isaac furrowed his brows, turning to the others around him. "What are you all waiting for? Get her!"
Upon command, a dozen burly n rose from their seats and started walking towards Viola.
Even though the commotion was loud.
But the lights in the bar were dim, and the music was so loud that the people at the dance floor did not realize that there was a fight happening.
So, Diana Hershey and Flora Tiarks kept dancing the night away in the middle of the dance floor.
Viola could take on ten at once.
Soon.
A pile of bodies was on the ground.
But Fiona couldn't.
So, she had to protect Fiona while also fending off these n's illicit attacks.
Slowly, she started to feel overwheld.
Everyone hanging out in the bar were professional fighters.
Just then, Mr. White, who had finished making a call, ca in from outside.
Seeing sothing was wrong, he quickly put his phone away in his pocket, rolled up his sleeves, and started fighting alongside Viola.
Mr. White was trained, so he worked in perfect harmony with Viola.
While seeing how the tables were turning, Isaac imdiately called the police.
Sirens wailed.
The police arrived in no ti.
Just then, Diana and Flora realized what was going on and rushed over.
Soon.
All the people involved in the fight were taken to the police station.
Even then, Isaac did not panic. He asked one of his subordinates, "Who's the guy who ca later? What car does he drive?"
A car was a symbol of a man's status.
His subordinate who was already aware of the situation said, "A Volkswagen Passat."
A Passat?
Upon hearing this, Isaac burst into laughter.
After all, he drove a Lamborghini!
A lousy Passat couldn't even buy the tires of a Lamborghini.
Such a poor bastard dared to interfere!
Just laughable.
Isaac then asked, "What about the two won?"
"It seed like both ladies were related to that man. One of them called him 'Little Uncle' while the other called him 'Big Brother'."
Hearing this, Isaac sneered.
Turns out, they were relatives.
Birds of a feather flock together, people with similar backgrounds associate with each other.
In that case, neither of them could be riches to rags either.
Isaac squinted his eyes, "Call my father and tell him to get here imdiately! Also, inform Lawyer Brown. I want to make sure that man rots in jail forever! As for those two won, if their family doesn't show the right attitude, they can forget about getting out ever again!"
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