The branch manager, who had organized the drinking party, stepped forward and spoke.
The manager was in his thirties, dressed in a bespoke suit and wearing a designer watch, looking every bit the successful man.
After sizing up the burly man, not wanting to cause any more trouble, he decided to settle things with money.
After he finished speaking, several male colleagues stood up, subtly encouraging the manager.
Although this burly man looked fierce, there were five of them.
But to his surprise, the burly man gave a mocking laugh: "You've got a lot of money, huh? You've got a lot of men, huh? Brothers!"
With a wave of his hand, the burly man summoned four men to stand up from the seats next to him. They were all fat and strong, covered in tattoos, and their imposing presence immediately overwhelmed the group.
The faces of the manager and his men immediately turned ugly; the other party was clearly a gangster.
If a fight really broke out, their numbers wouldn't even be enough to fill the other side's teeth!
"Friend, tell me! How much money do you want to settle this?" the manager said through gritted teeth.
The burly man retorted, "I told you, I don't want money!"
"All we need is for these beautiful ladies to have a drink with each of us brothers!"
The burly man originally only wanted Nathalie, but now he realized that there were so many tall and beautiful women here.
How could he not do it properly?
This was all a reward for the brothers! They'd fight even harder when the fight started!
"You—"
The manager wanted to say something, but the burly man showed no respect, glaring at the manager with fierce eyes and an aggressive demeanor.
"Get lost!"
"If you utter another word of nonsense, I'll twist your heads off one by one!"
The manager instinctively took a step back, swallowed hard, and his face turned pale and then flushed.
He really wanted to punch that burly man, but in the end he didn't dare. He was a successful person, a porcelain pot, and he couldn't go head-to-head with such a clay pot.
"Haha!"
Seeing the manager back down, the burly man immediately revealed a mocking expression.
"A bunch of spineless idiots."
The man sneered, then stepped forward and grabbed Claire's arm.
Who could blame him when Claire was the most beautiful among all these women!
"Ah! Claire!" Nathalie exclaimed in surprise.
Claire was also terrified, her face turning pale. She kept hitting the burly man with her small fists, shouting, "Let me go!"
She looked at her male colleagues with pleading eyes, especially Olivier, who had always been very attentive to her before.
Unexpectedly, Olivier's gaze drifted elsewhere, and he didn't dare to meet Claire's eyes at all.
At that moment, Claire's heart turned cold!
"Hey beautiful, forget about these spineless guys, I'll show you what a real man is!" the burly man laughed.
"Let her go."
The words were spoken in English, and the voice was not loud. Dmitri, who had been sitting silently at the end of the booth, stood up and walked over.
He was only a guest who had met these people this afternoon, but he could not sit and watch a woman be dragged away.
"I said, let her go!" Dmitri reached out and seized the burly man's wrist.
"Where did this foreigner come from? Looking to die?"
One of the tattooed men stepped up and shoved him hard in the chest. Dmitri turned to face him and raised his fists.
That was exactly what the burly man was waiting for. Still holding Claire in his left hand, he picked up a bottle from the table with his right and smashed it on the back of Dmitri's head.
"Bang!"
Glass flew everywhere. Dmitri's legs gave way and he fell to the ground, blood running down his neck.
"Beat him!"
The four tattooed men swarmed over, kicking the man on the ground again and again. Dmitri could only curl up and protect his head with his arms.
The manager, Olivier, and the other male colleagues stood where they were, and not one of them moved.
"Hey, what are you doing? Let her go and get off him, don't cause trouble here."
At this moment, Thierry, having received instructions from Leon, quickly came over with two of his underlings and reprimanded the burly man.
Thierry's appearance seemed to have come as no surprise to the burly man. Instead, he sneered disdainfully, "Get out of my way and mind your own business!"
"This is Garnier Crew territory. If you cause any more trouble, you won't be leaving this bar!" Thierry threatened angrily.
This guy was so arrogant, he didn't even give them face in the territory of the Garnier Crew.
"Hmph, then let's give it a try!"
The burly man's gaze turned fierce. He still held Claire in his left hand, and with a wave of his right hand, seven or eight more people stepped out from the crowd.
"Remember, my name is Bruno," the burly man said.
"Brothers, get them! Let these Garnier men know how powerful we are!"
A dozen or so henchmen surrounded him. Thierry hadn't expected the other party to be so decisive in making a move.
But this was their own territory, they couldn't back down!
He just told his underlings to get to work!
The two groups were locked in a fierce battle. Although Leon had more than 30 men under his command, they didn't seem like many when they were spread out across five venues.
Therefore, the number of people at this time was actually less than the number of Bruno's men.
Leon's expression turned grim. These people had come prepared, specifically to cause trouble.
Could it be someone from the Santoni Clan?
Thierry and one of Bruno's men got into a fight, each throwing punches and rolling on the ground, smashing tables and chairs, and breaking cups and bottles.
The other guests were so frightened that they scattered and ran out of the bar.