Just as Bald Biao grinned viciously, a chopstick whizzed through the air, piercing through the back of his hand.
"Ah!"
Biao let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered and bellowed, "Who the fuck wants to die, attacking me sneakily?"
Wang Hao put a piece of beef into his mouth, slowly chewing it, and said languidly, "A bunch of grown men bullying a little girl, have you no shame?"
With rage seething in his eyes, Biao glared at Wang Hao and roared, "Kid, you're courting death!"
"Brothers, get him, beat him to death!"
Following Biao's command, men from several nearby tables all stood up, grabbing wine bottles and chair legs, and encircled Wang Hao.
Wang Hao remained unmoved, continuing to leisurely enjoy his drink and meal.
One of the thugs picked up a wine bottle, aiming to smash it over Wang Hao's head.
However, for some reason, his arm suddenly twisted, hitting another thug on the head instead.
"Dolt, what the hell, why are you hitting me?"
