In the bar.
Liang Zi and his five men were still in shock.
"Bro Liang, have a drink to calm your nerves."
Liang Zi's brows were tight as he took the glass from Ma Xuming's hand and gulped it down his throat.
"Bro Liang, that kid's strength is terrifying. We are no match for him."
One of the burly men, after chugging a glass of alcohol himself, said with lingering fear.
At this moment, Liang Zi's legs were still trembling as he clenched his teeth and stared at the glass in his hand.
"Pour me another."
Hearing this, Ma Xuming hurriedly poured him another glass.
Before he could even set the bottle down, he suddenly gasped and, with eyes wide open, exclaimed, "Bro Liang, your head is bleeding."
Liang Zi reached up to touch his head and for the first time noticed that his hair was soaked through, his palm was covered in red.
Only then did he remember that he must have been hit by Ye Fei while escaping.
But he brushed it off, saying, "It's nothing, probably just a little cut."
