Gao felt a chill race down his spine, freezing him in place.
Something ominous loomed behind him, but before he could even process it—
BAM!
A strong hand clamped down on the back of Gao's neck with bone-crushing force, and his face slammed into the oak table with a sickening crack.
Blood sprayed from his nose, splattering across the table and the polished floor.
"Wh—?" Gao barely had time to grunt before BAM! his face was smashed into the table again, harder this time.
Wang Xiao stood above him, his grip ironclad and his expression ice-cold.
"You want to teach her a lesson?" he muttered, his voice dark,"Let's start with you...."
BAM! BAM! BAM!
