The remaining men were stunned by the sudden turn of events. Though they instinctively grabbed nearby stools to fight back, the Seven Kills Hall members—who had spearheaded the attack—possessed such physical prowess and reflexes that dealing with them was like a butcher’s knife slicing through tofu; it was overkill.
Cheung Yiu-fei’s underlings were no match for the elites sent by the Seven Kills Hall and Sister Thirteen. Within two minutes of the battle’s commencement, everyone in the bar except for A Zha and his men had been incapacitated. The remaining waiters and janitorial staff, sensing the shift in power, had long since dropped to the ground in terror, covering their heads and playing dead. Most of Cheung Yiu-fei’s henchmen lay in pools of blood, wailing and writhing in agony.
"From today on, Feiyang Bar belongs to Dragon Gate!" A Zha declared coldly.
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