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Although banknotes are light, being slapped in the face with them still stings.
Yang Fan's mouth corner twitched viciously, his complexion turning iron blue in an instant. A surge of anger exploded from his chest, shooting straight to the crown of his head. He grabbed a beer bottle that was on the ground, swinging it straight towards Shen Lin's head.
But before his bottle could land, another had already burst open on Shen Lin's head.
Yang Fan paused, staring in surprise at Zhou Wenhu who held the broken half of the bottle in her hand.
"What are you hesitating for?" Zhou Wenhu frowned, glanced at Yang Fan, snatched the bottle from his hand, and smashed it again on Shen Lin's head.
With a dull thud, the bottle exploded into emerald shards on Shen Lin's head.
"What are you doing?" Shen Lin, dazed from the blow, roared in anger.
Even the sunglasses that he wore all year round had been knocked off.
