There was nothing to Dawdle with people like Xie Zhanpeng. Yu Tian kicked away the wine table with one kick, and it was a choke hold.
Xie Zhanpeng also knew some kung fu. Like a top, he turned to the side.
But Yu Tian’s movements were so fast that it was astonishing. A casual kick landed on the back of Xie Zhanpeng’s waist.
This good-for-nothing could not hold back his body. He hit his head against the wall, and his head was instantly broken and bleeding.
Yu Tian didn’t care about his begging and went up to tear his clothes into pieces. He didn’t even leave a single piece of underwear for him.
He then ordered the security guards behind him.
“Throw him to a crowded place and have a free exhibition!”
The security guards felt that their new boss was really interesting.
The crowd rushed up and dragged the struggling and screaming Xie Zhanpeng out of the nightclub like a dead dog. They threw him directly into the leisure square in the fence yard.