In the bar, many people were looking at Gerald.
Surrounded by more than a dozen people, Gerald remained quite calm, while the girl in the black dress next to him changed her expression and hurriedly said, "This is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding? There is nothing to misunderstand. Take him away!" The short-haired man tittered and glanced at Gerald.
Gerald did not know this person even without the slightest impression of him.
As for why this man knew him, he could probably guess.
Since Armand wanted to teach him a lesson in Los Angeles, he naturally showed Gerald's photos to his subordinates.
He slowly let out a breath, looked at the short-haired man, and said, "I said that he was the one who started the fight."
"Does it matter who started the fight?" The short-haired man chuc
