Before Fang Mingfeng could even wipe the wine off his face with his sleeve, the empty wine jar fell right on the heels of it and landed heavily on his head.
"Dong! Dong!"
There were two consecutive collisions. The wine jar fell to the ground before shattering, and the fragments mixed with the wine on the ground.
This was really too ruthless.
Fang Mingfeng cried out in pain. He felt as if his head was about to split open. He gritted his teeth, and the color quickly drained from his face.
Not only did he have a headache, but even the scar on his left arm and abdomen from the last time he fell off the horse was also aching.
At this moment, his killing intent soared.
Be it the two beggars who robbed me that night, or the ones who threw down wine jars today, they all deserve to die!
