The three people, who had been on standby for a long time, rushed towards Yao Tianhai simultaneously.
Compared to the Flesh and Blood Factory, the hotel lobby had even more tools for killing.
Even a regular liquor bottle, when smashed forcefully against the back of the head, could easily take a life, let alone the shards from a broken glass bottle, each piece sharp enough to rival a sharp weapon.
Yao Tianhai stood at the microphone in front of the podium; Qian Jiangyue attacked from directly in front, Little Drilling Wind from the right side, and Xuan Zhi from the left side.
None of them held back, putting all their strength into a deadly blow.
Qian Jiangyue, with the help of a chair already prepared, stepped onto the podium, then forcefully smashed the red wine bottle in his right hand against Yao Tianhai's head.
This time, Yao Tianhai did not escape, but spread his hands open, presenting himself as if at the disposal of others.
