Ge Jun's expression froze instantly.
He probably hadn't expected Ye Fei to reject him so decisively.
"Since you're not leaving, there's nothing to discuss. My brother has spilled blood today, and you're not going to walk out of here without consequence."
Facing such a threat, Ye Fei could still crack a smile.
"Fine, my head's right here, if you've got the guts, crack it open!"
Every time Ge Jun said something, Ye Fei had a retort.
Before Ye Fei, Ge Jun, full of authority, completely lost face.
His eyes suddenly turned fierce, and he violently grabbed a bottle from the table, aiming to smash it on Ye Fei's head.
The surrounding crowd didn't have time to utter a gasp at this sight.
But in that lightning-fast moment, a crisp crack was heard.
The bottle Ge Jun had just raised was shattered by a punch from Ye Fei.
Ge Jun's hand, still not fallen, was now frozen in mid-air.
