The young man who threw the bottle clearly didn't expect Leng Xuan to catch it, and after a brief moment of hesitation, he picked up another bottle and smashed it over. Leng Xuan let out a cold laugh and once again caught it steadily. Then, without waiting for the young man to make another move, he violently hurled the two bottles back, which opened up the young man's head, causing blood to gush out and stain his face bright red.
For a moment, the private room became chaotic as several young men stood up, yelling loudly, "Kid, you dare to hurt someone, you're done for if you don't stay put this time." As they spoke, they pressed towels against the wounded young man's injuries and made phone calls. The injured young man, face covered in blood, roared, "Call people, call them now, I want to slaughter this brat."
