The leading middle-aged boss smashed into another middle-aged man, who was his underling. The latter two quickly helped their boss to his feet.
Seeing their boss, his face, neck, shoulders, and upper body—all previously bare as they had taken off their shirts to eat hotpot and drink—Ye Qiu had poured a pot full of hotpot soup over him. The boss and his two henchmen hadn't reacted in time and were scalded.
"We must kill this brat!"
Ye Qiu thought they had given up so soon, not realizing they still didn't know their fate. He was just about to teach these ignorant punks a lesson.
Just as they were about to surround Ye Qiu, for some reason, they all suddenly felt a chest pain and clutched at their chests in agony, not knowing what was happening. Ye Qiu grabbed a beer bottle from the table, approached one of the punks, and smashed it over his head.
Ye Qiu just wanted to stop them from dying; as for how painful the bottle smashing was, probably only the punks knew.
