But soon, Ryan noticed that Zhuo Yifan glanced at him, and his heart immediately moved, and he understood his intention. Did this kid want to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger?
Just as Ryan expected, seeing Zhuo Yifan's fearful expression, excitement flashed across the bald white man's face. Obviously, he regarded Zhuo Yifan as a soft persimmon.
Although Ryan was a little helpless, he didn't want to dismantle Zhuo Yifan, so he could only cooperate with him and show a slightly surprised look.
"Gentlemen, are you interested in coming upstairs to talk with me?" The white bald man said with a sinister sneer.
Upstairs? Zhuo Yifan couldn't help but feel moved. After entering the bar, he surveyed the whole building. The second floor was the private area, but there were not as many people as the first floor, and there was also a part of the office area. This bald man
He wanted to take him to the second floor, and he could tell with his toes what he was thinking.
"What do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a slightly pale face and a trembling tone.
"Don't worry, gentlemen, I just want to make friends with you." The white bald man sneered, then stood up, winked at his men, and walked towards Tong without looking back.
Walked up the stairs to the second floor.
The black men immediately surrounded them, and at the same time placed the switchblade in their hands on the lower abdomens of Zhuo Yifan and Ryan, and threatened in a cold tone: "If you don't want to be bled by us, you'd better cooperate. Otherwise, I won't
Make sure this knife will not pierce your body!"
Zhuo Yifan and Ryan stood up slowly with ugly faces, and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor under the threat of several big black men in a very "cooperative" manner.
Because the light in the bar was dim and the knives in the hands of the big black men were kept very concealed, they were not discovered by most of the guests. Even if some sharp-eyed people saw it, they only looked gloating. Obviously, they have seen this situation frequently.
Already.
While Zhuo Yifan and Ryan were being taken to the second floor, they were still communicating with their eyes. Feeling that Zhuo Yifan seemed to be having fun, Ryan was helpless and could only continue playing according to his temper.
Soon, the two of them were taken directly to the office area upstairs by the group of black men. In a small office, they saw the bald white man again.
"Take a seat, gentlemen." The bald white man was sitting on the boss's chair behind the desk, with his legs on the desk opposite, lazily pointing to the sofa opposite and saying with a chuckle. This tone was outrageous.
It was as if he was greeting guests, but in a commanding tone.
Zhuo Yifan and Ryan sat down on the sofa very cooperatively. Most of the black men retreated, except for the two who were guarding the door before and still stood in the office.
"What exactly do you want to do?" Zhuo Yifan stared at the white man's bald head with a puzzled expression, and asked softly with a guilty tone.
"Don't be nervous, my friend. In fact, I don't mean any harm. It's just that my money is a little tight recently, and you happen to be richer than me, so I hope you two can lend me some money for me to use!" The white bald man smiled.
He opened his mouth to explain, but there was a cold light in his eyes.
"Borrow money?" When Zhuo Yifan heard this, his face became even paler, and he quickly shook his head and defended: "We have no money."