Chapter 472 The Debt

The kick on the door startled everyone in the room. They all turned to look at the door of the private room. They saw a burly, bald man wearing a black vest standing at the door of the private room. There was a middle-aged man with an exaggerated shape of a black dragon tattoo on his right shoulder. And behind this man, there were more than ten young men with colorful hair. The smell of alcohol was all around their bodies. In short, they didn't seem to be good people. This scene was very sudden, and everyone present was dumbfounded, not knowing what was going on. Pearce frowned. Pearce had just brought people here to spend money and pretend to be cool, but it had been smashed before he even started. Pearce was in a bad mood. Pearce stood up from the sofa, took a step forward, and scolded in a deep voice, "Hey! What's wrong with you guys? Why did you break in