"Get your hands off!"
Wu Xiaoshan couldn't sit still any longer, sprang to his feet, and swiftly walked toward Uncle Niu.
"You damn fool, seeking death, daring to mess with Uncle Niu's good fortune!"
A punk smashed the beer bottle in his hand and charged toward Wu Xiaoshan.
Uncle Niu turned around, his face dark with anger, "Who let this riffraff in? Bleed him a little and throw him out!"
Huang Lan was immediately frantic, hastily explaining, "Uncle Niu, this is my brother. I'm here exactly to ask for your help with his issue!"
"What nerve, is that how you ask for help?" Uncle Niu was extremely angry, "If the little brat doesn't want to die, he better stay put. I'm going to go into the room and have a proper talk with your sister about this mess!"
"If you don't take your hands off me, you can say goodbye to this hand of yours!"
Wu Xiaoshan's expression was grim; he was not at all intimidated by Uncle Niu's threat.
