Su Chen lifted his hand and took a bottle from a case of twelve held by Xiao Feng, the young man in black standing in front of him.
Then, under Zhou Ang's increasingly expectant and playful gaze, and Xiao Yuan's desperate, pleading, and tormenting eyes, he forcefully showed no expression!
Crash!!!
The piercing sound of shattering glass made one's scalp tingle.
Accompanied by a burst of the aroma of wine.
And a burst of glaring red.
The wine bottle shattered, the wine spilled everywhere, and Su Chen's hand was a blurred mess of blood, too gruesome to bear.
Even from a distance, it hurt, unspeakably painful.
Yet, Su Chen still had that calm, indifferent, serene expression, which annoyed Zhou Ang immensely. Could this man truly feel no pain?!
In his anger, Zhou Ang roared, "Continue!"
Su Chen picked up the second bottle.
Crash!
The third bottle.
Crash!!
The fourth bottle.
Crash crash crash!!!
