Smelling that nearly nauseating stench of alcohol, Xiao Han's brows furrowed, and he lifted his foot and kicked the other person back.
With a terrible scream, that Brother Hong, who weighed at least over 200 kilograms, was sent flying by Xiao Han's kick, and he crashed heavily into the door opposite them, busting it open.
"Ah."
A startled cry came from inside, as a middle-aged man and woman stared bewildered at the scene before them.
Zhao Juan also stood there stunned, not expecting Xiao Han to act on his threat and kick Brother Hong out without a word.
She was somewhat panicked, and just about to say something when she saw Xiao Han's calm expression, which somewhat settled her nerves.
Brother Hong too was stunned by the kick, the intense pain almost knocking him out. It took him a good while to come to his senses, his eyes glaring at Xiao Han.
