Faced with the sudden appearance of Wu Gang and sensing his ill-intentioned smile,
Wei Xiang immediately darkened his face and scoffed, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?"
"It's me who's asking you, answer my question first, OK?" Wu Gang's mocking smile widened.
"Brought a few!" Wei Xiang snickered, pointed behind Wu Gang, and said disdainfully, "Just look behind you, and you'll know."
Wu Gang turned around, and just at that moment, Wei Xiang smashed the draft beer glass hard on Wu Gang's head.
"Little brother, you fucking didn't bother to find out who I am, you must have a screw loose coming to show off in front of me?" After finishing his cold sneer, Wei Xiang kicked out again fiercely, growling, "Go to hell!"
"Interesting!" Wu Gang admitted he had been careless; he hadn't expected Wei Xiang to start a fight without further ado, indeed different from the typical rich second-generation.
