The private room's door slammed shut!
Bald Gang's face twisted into a menacing grin as he looked at Chen Yang with a lion toying with a lamb's gaze. "Kid, if you kneel down and call me 'grandpa' twice right now, I might consider sparing you this time.
But if you're ignorant of what's good for you, don't dream of walking out of this private room today!"
He sneered as he walked to the dining table, picked up a wine bottle, and smashed it against the edge of the table, leaving only the sharp glass shards.
The sharp edges of the wine bottle, combined with the hollow design of the body, would cause more damage than a three-edged military dagger if thrust into a human body, easily causing fatal blood loss in minutes.
The people at the dining table all stood up and shrank back into the corner, staring at Bald Gang with frightened eyes.
They all believed Chen Yang was done for and didn't want to be dragged into his mess.
