The scene was too beautiful, it was simply eye-searing.
The crazed Wang Kun was too strong, Zheng Yun couldn't pull him away at all.
The passersby around them didn't help either; instead, they each held up their phones and furiously snapped photos, as if afraid to miss out on this bizarre incident.
Word spread from one to ten, ten to a hundred.
At night, Tianyuan Bar Street was already crowded with patrons.
Soon, more and more people came to watch maliciously, crowding the scene until it was impassable.
"Damn! Awesome!"
"Drinking brings trouble! How much did he drink?"
"Not even sparing his own brother, what a beast!"
"He can't even pull him off! You can tell he's definitely on drugs just by looking at him!"
...
The clamor, the shouting, and the yelling intermingled into a loud, lively mess.
Finally.
The waiters at Yue Er Bar squeezed through, and several people together managed to hold down Wang Kun.
