A group of men saw that Chen Feng had no intention of leaving, and the one holding the beer bottle couldn't help himself anymore.
"Kid, are you ****ing asking for a beating or what? **** your mom, you damn idiot. I'm giving you one more chance, get the hell out of here," the man barked, his words as foul as his temper.
This man was ferocious and malevolent, spewing vulgarity.
"You try it."
Chen Feng's face remained expressionless.
"****, you think I won't dare?"
The man swung the bottle at Chen Feng's head.
Chen Feng didn't dodge, allowing the man's bottle to smash onto his head.
With a loud 'bang', the bottle shattered, but Chen Feng's forehead was unscathed.
He reached up, brushing off the debris.
"You okay?"
Murong Xue quickly stood up to check Chen Feng's forehead.
Chen Feng shook his head, indicating he was fine.
Murong Xue, in a fury, grabbed a bowl and smashed it right into the face of the man before her.
"Ah!"
