C181 If You Have Any Complaints?

"Yes, Brother Fei!"

With a swift response, the burly man decisively locked the nightclub's teetering door.

His fluid movements were clearly not those of a novice.

"Son of a gun, I'm going to see who's got the guts to mess around in my turf. They're asking for trouble."

Dafei, known for his yellow hair, snorted and gripped a bottle tightly