The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage romance Capítulo 2796

The manager was annoyed, but there was no helping it since this was a nightclub. They still had to open for business and receive customers, even if he considered the beggar beneath him.

If a fight started, he might as well just shut down his own business!

"Please, Your Worship. Could we stop messing about? What's wrong with being happy with everyone else?"

As the manager spoke, he picked up the money on the floor and returned it to the security guard. One always earned tips working at a nightclub, and the manager could afford to lose some spare change.

However, that only upset that beggar further. Instead of taking the money, he kicked the manager to the floor!

The manager had been as tolerant as he could, but since the beggar was still being unreasonable, he promptly called for assistance through his walkie-talkie.

Soon, a dozen bouncers emerged from the nightclub.

The manager was on his feet too, pointing at the beggar and persuading, "Last chance, old man. Leave, or we'll make you."

The beggar growled coolly, "Then let's see what you can do."

The manager smirked. "You really don't know your place. Get him, boys!"

While the bouncers charged at the beggar without hesitation, they did not expect the beggar to be a martial elite, flooring them each with just one punch!

The manager was endlessly flabbergasted—was the beggar actually some sort of super hermit?!

And with that, the beggar strode up, clapping him on the shoulder and ignoring his look of disbelief as he strode in the nightclub.

He found himself a boot seat and sat, with no one noticing him with all the ruckus in the nightclub.

That was until the owner's Fab Five showed up!

In the end, the owner was never going to let this go unanswered.

"I've met too many people like you." He chuckled. "Don't flatter yourself too much. All you can do is fight well, no?

"There's more than one martial artist in this world, so if you don't kneel, apologize, and pay for my employees' medical fees, then I'd have to make you."

The beggar laughed coolly. "You clearly have the advantage. Why don't you grow a pair and actually threaten me? If I have to guess, you're unsure if your martial artists can win against me, aren't you?"

Furious, the manager snapped, "Go!"

However, even before the five could move, they were all flying by a mysterious force, crashing into DJ booths and the like and causing severe property damage.

The nightclub quickly turned silent as everyone turned toward the commotion.

"Shit, that geezer is quite something! The owner's Fab Five can handle hundreds on their own, but they didn't even last a second against him? That's just creepy!"