Faced with Zhang Long and the others' aggressive pressure, Wang Hao remained unfazed, firmly seated like an angler by his fishing spot.
Rich, holding a baijiu bottle in his left hand and a stool in his right, glared at them fiercely like an enraged King Kong.
Zhang Long looked at Wang Hao and demanded, "Brother, I haven't offended you, have I?"
Wang Hao took a sip of his drink and said, "No, but I find you displeasing and feel like giving you a beating!"
Zhang Long flew into a rage and shouted, "You're courting death!"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the glass Wang Hao was holding smashed violently towards him.
"Clang!"
The glass hit Zhang Long's forehead squarely, instantly blooming a 'red flower' on his head.
"Brother Long! Brother Long!" A few lackeys saw Zhang Long's body go limp and fall, quickly surrounding him.
"Damn it, how dare you hit my brother! Are you sick of living?" Just then, a burly giant charged over, like an angry Zhang Fei.
