Zhao Fei'er had felt somewhat displeased at seeing Hu Zilong.
But hearing what Hu Zilong just said, Zhao Fei'er was shocked.
"Poisoned?"
"That can't be possible."
Hu Zilong said coldly:
"I have a friend who went to the same school as someone from the Bei family. My friend said that he'd seen him use such despicable methods in bars, already harming over ten girls."
Smack!
Bei Ling forcefully smashed an empty bottle onto the table.
The bottle shattered, sending fragments flying and causing a chorus of screams from the men and women around.
Bei Ling, holding the broken bottle, pointed at Hu Zilong.
"Hu Zilong, you motherfucker dare to tarnish my reputation, you're looking for death."
Hu Zilong sneered:
"You know exactly what kind of trash you are. Tarnish your reputation? Do you even deserve that?"
"Zhao Fei'er is someone my Hu Family is protecting with high priority. Today, you dare touch even a single hair on her, and I'll cripple you."
Bei Ling burst into laughter.
