Hou Xiangwang stared fiercely at Wang Chao, emanating a murderous aura.
With his words, all the tattooed thugs let out a furious roar, each wielding a weapon.
There were chairs, microphones, bottles, iron rods, and even daggers.
They were like ferocious wolves, their gazes icy and filled with a daunting and dreaded killing intent.
Surrounded by these individuals, Lan Ruyu trembled in fear, hastily pleading, "Brother Hou, please don't, this fan must have a mental problem. Don't get angry, let me handle it, okay?"
She broke free from Wang Chao's grip and approached Hou Xiangwang, picking up a glass of alcohol and downing it in one gulp, wearing a forced smile on her face. "Brother Hou, I offer this toast to you."
"Don't be angry. I'll handle it, alright?"
As she spoke, she gently caressed Hou Xiangwang's chest, trying to calm his anger.
Smack!
