Chapter 495 Southwest Turmoil (IV)
- “Lewis, someone’s causing trouble in the club!”
- A junior thug burst into the private room on the second floor.
- More than a dozen men in black were drinking and laughing inside. The one at the head had thick brows and bold eyes, built like a brick wall—broad-shouldered, burly, a walking battering ram. He was the floor boss everyone called Lewis.