"Scar Brother, hey hey, those chicks at the KTV earlier were really something."
"Yeah, we should've called them out to eat some late-night snacks, hahaha!"
"Damn! I got so drunk earlier, I totally forgot about that!"
"Ah, what a pity. Today, Scar Brother said he'd cover all the expenses, heh-heh. If we had called them out, we would've been in for a treat tonight."
A few young thugs, who looked to be just over twenty, spoke loudly and arrogantly. The two young couples nearby quickly finished their meals, paid their bills, and left quietly after seeing this group.
The young man named "Scar Brother" looked to be around twenty-five or twenty-six, wearing a leather jacket, with a Mohawk hairstyle, and a four- to five-centimeter-long scar stitched up on his face, giving him a somewhat menacing appearance.
