92 The Coming Storm 4yr

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The man was extremely triggered. He pushed the flirtatious barmaid away and jumped up all of a sudden. The other guests cheered instead of trying to stop him, as they sensed that a fight was about to break out.
"Calm down, dude," Moxinke said smilingly. He didn't even take the guy seriously.
"Fight! Fight! Whoever wins, I will buy him a drink!"
"Five golden coins, I bet that the big guy will win. Wanna bet?"
"Damn it! Do you that I'm stupid? The big guy is a fighter! I'm betting on him as well!"
The onlookers' chants got even louder, while the man's expression kept changing. He dared not start the fight first. If Moxinke were alone, it wouldn't be a problem, but the whole team was a tough nut to crack. If the opponents were all seventh or higher grade professionals, their overall fighting capabilities were by no means as easy as 1+1. Good cooperation among a team could multiply combat effectiveness.
Even the guests on the second floor were attracted to the scene. A short and musc