Suddenly, the guests in the courtyard stood up in fright.
President Xiong's face changed drastically as he looked towards the door.
A stocky man in his thirties entered, his face smirking with mockery, his eyes revealing a fierce light.
Behind him followed seven or eight menacing-looking thugs!
With one kick, the stocky man sent a solid table flying.
Boom!
Bowls, dishes, and food were scattered everywhere as the table split in two.
The power of the kick was terrifying.
Hiss—
Many people took to their heels and ran.
"Xin Lao San is here! His Iron Leg can kick a bull to death!"
Chen Dawei was so scared that he lost much of his drunkenness. He immediately thought to slip away but was quickly blocked by the gang of thugs.
Xin Lao San, full of malice, pressed forward, staring at him as if watching a dead man.
He asked, "Did you just say that flipping a few bosses will scare me away?"
