Natalie Vaughn wasn't planning to intervene, but the other side had about twenty people, all holding clubs, while Lawson's side had only ten people, including two women who couldn't even fight a chicken.
Those two women had already run off in fear, and Lawson didn't look very pleased, but they couldn't run, and definitely couldn't act cowardly.
People like them lived to show off and fight for pride.
Bang, tables and chairs got overturned, beer bottles shattered everywhere, and the two groups immediately started to fight. The other guests also ran away, leaving only Natalie Vaughn's table.
Natalie Vaughn calmly drank her glass of milk. She didn't turn around to look at the fight, and Zane Thorne sat with a casual expression, occasionally eating a skewer.
Five minutes in, Lawson's group was already struggling; they had no weapons and could only use chairs and table legs to resist.
How could those compare to iron clubs?
