Hua Zhuyue glanced at Xu Chunliang; there was no need to ask—he was undoubtedly the director of this farce. Although she knew he had great skills, she still couldn't figure out how he managed to get dozens of yellow weasels and how these weasels would listen to his commands and cause chaos in the OMMIA Bar. The whole thing seemed too fantastical.
They had already retreated to the entrance. Meanwhile, the guests, overwhelmed by the stench and questioning their life choices, were also rushing toward the exit. Xu Chunliang, who had reached ahead, patted Hua Zhuyue on the shoulder, reminding her to leave quickly before the place became overcrowded.
Xu Chunliang and Hua Zhuyue left the bar one after the other. As soon as they reached the entrance, guests swarmed in from behind, turning the scene into a mess.
