Mitchell sat on the sofa in a daze. At this moment, his mind was filled with what had just happened.
He did not know when the drug would take effect, so he was extremely nervous.
Connor narrowed his eyes and looked at the security guards playfully. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and he walked forward.
Cheryl followed Connor nervously. She knew that these security guards were probably here for Connor.
"Get out of the way…" Connor walked up to the security guards and shouted coldly.
One of the security guards scanned Connor up and down, then asked expressionlessly, "You were the one who hit him just now?"
"Yes!" Connor replied indifferently.
"Sir, I'm sorry. You injured the security guard in our bar just now, so you can't leave now…"
"Are you sure you don't want me to leave?" Connor frowned and asked the security guard.
"No matter who you are, you can't leave after beating someone up in the Magnifique Bar…"