He grabbed one of the thug's elbows, and with a CRACK, the man screamed as his arm was dislocated.
Then, he threw a high kick, landing it squarely in another thug's groin. The man cried out in pain, clutching his lower body, unable to stand up straight.
"Where did you come from, sticking your nose where it doesn't belong?" the bald man said unhappily, grabbing an empty wine bottle from the table and raising it to smash over Keith Flores's head.
"I've already called the cops. They're on their way. I saw you drug this young woman with my own eyes, and I recorded the whole thing. If you don't want to get arrested, you'd better get lost," Keith Flores said, glancing at them from the corner of his eye as he snatched Vivian Lee away from the goon who was holding her.
Seeing his men injured and disabled, and with his own head bleeding, the bald man pointed a finger in Keith Flores's face. "If you've got the guts, don't you move! Just wait till we get more guys."
