Li Biao felt Yang Fei's cold and fierce gaze, his heart trembled, and he remembered how this kid had just managed to subdue him with one hand.
"Fuck your mother, do you really think the name Brother Biao is for nothing?"
While Li Biao was on alert, his viciousness surged, and he grabbed a wine bottle and smashed it viciously toward Yang Fei.
Shrieks came from several female students.
As soon as Li Biao moved, Sun Pengcheng and Liu Wencai, his two friends, followed suit.
All of them were under the age of forty, and mixing with Li Biao showed that they were no strangers to acting high and mighty.
Now with Li Biao taking the lead, and their opponent being just a young man in his twenties, they wouldn't take him seriously.
"Stop!"
Zhu Wenjie's expression changed, and he roared.
But at this moment, Li Biao was already enraged, who would listen to anyone?
