Milan, upon hearing this, felt both angry and amused, and pinched Fatty.
Mills said coldly, "Gave you face but you don't want it? Listen up, walk out on your own, or crawl out if you don't. Believe it or not?"
If it were before, Fatty, who had never fought before, might have endured it. Now, even though Fatty feared death, he wasn't afraid of trouble at all. After experiencing the bloody battles on the battlefield, this guy in front of him posed no threat. It felt good bullying the weak but avoiding the strong. Besides, even a clay figurine has some anger. He shook his head foolishly and said, "I don't believe it!"
The commotion had already alerted the hotel manager. Seeing the young master of the establishment arguing with someone, he couldn't help but secretly curse. The guests invited today were very important, but the young master had a stubborn mule-like temper. To settle this quickly without disturbing the guests inside, he reckoned he had to focus on that Lieutenant.
