Dozens of men in suits rushed in and surrounded the entire box.

A man wielding a golf club was leading the charge; he had a wretched look on his face, and murderous intent seeped out of his body.

Julian’s face turned frosty.

“We’re still drinking here, dammit!”

“What the hell are you trying to do here?”

“What do you think?!”

The man in front waved his hand, his face filled with disdain.

“We’re here to kill you off, of course!”

The men pounced forward, flailing their golf clubs in the air; the entire place was in utter chaos.

Julian’s body had grown a little weak after drinking a bit too much, so he couldn’t react to the entire situation in time.

Irene, on the other hand, kicked the coffee table in front of her with her slender legs, knocking a few men to the ground.

Instantly, she knew that their plan had failed.

“We’re leaving!”

Bam!

The man in front charged forward and kicked her to the ground.

He was naturally an expert martial artist.

Irene was a skillful fighter,