"You're looking for death!"
The green-haired thug had wanted to smash a bottle over Ye Wudao's head, but finding no bottles on the table, he resorted to lifting the stool he was sitting on and viciously swung it at Ye Wudao's head.
Zhou Na screamed in terror, hastily dodging to avoid the attack, her face pale with fright. Ye Wudao slapped his chopsticks down on the table, grabbed the hot pot, and overturned it onto the green-haired thug's head.
The hot pot was still boiling hot, and full of chili oil, causing the green-haired thug to howl in agony. His green hair now hung with all sorts of strange things clinging to it.
"Shit! Brothers, take him down for me."
Fire Dragon, seeing his fellow gang member humiliated, slammed his hand on the table and bellowed.
