Ethan Zhan and Oliver Bai were lost in thought as they recalled the scene of their first meeting. At the same time, Xiao Liu, who had been kicked in, rolled to the feet of the crowd.
"Ouch..." Xiaoliu rubbed his chest, "Why did you kick me?!"
When everyone looked outside, they saw a burly man breaking in. He didn't seem to be a Han Chinese. He was dressed in exotic clothes, had sallow and curly hair, and a beard.
"Hmph, your store is too much. I asked you if you have a private room, but you said it was useless. These people clearly came later than me, so why do they have one and I don't?"
"Are you being reasonable?" Xiao Liu rubbed his chest and stood up. He was not afraid at this moment. He thought, there are so many masters here, why would they be afraid of a foreigner like you? He argued with him, "This private room is reserved by a guest for a long time. Of course, you don't have it!"
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