The bottle shattered with a crisp sound, breaking into countless pieces and scattering across the floor, drawing Brother Bin and his gang's attention.
The little punk who got hit was holding his blood-gushing head, squatting on the ground, crying and shouting uncontrollably.
Seeing his man being attacked, Brother Bin hurriedly rushed over with his people, glanced at his subordinate squatting on the ground, and anger welled up in his chest.
Motherfucker! Daring to beat up my guy right in front of me, you must have a death wish! You should know the rule of beating the dog, you gotta mind the owner!
"Kid! You got guts… you really got guts! Daring to hit my man, I'll make sure you leave here lying down, believe it or not?" Brother Bin shouted furiously.
Sitting on the sofa, An Man and Zhu Ying were instantly terrified by his fierce demeanor!
Oh my god! Is Wu Xiaoyu nuts? If he's suicidal, that's fine, but why drag me down with him?
