Chen Nan had dealt with all of Zhou Long's underlings, but he didn't pursue them as they fled.
Instead, gasping for breath, he looked toward Wang Meng, who was pale-faced like a terrified bird. Holding a blood-dripping cleaver in one hand, he stepped toward Wang Meng.
With every step he took, a bright red footprint was left behind.
"I clearly gave you a way out before, why did you force me into a corner?" Chen Nan panted heavily, his voice devoid of any emotion.
He knew the rules of these nightclubs.
Many nightclubs forbade fighting and brawling.
However,
if a conflict did arise and the other party did not pursue it, even the nightclub's management would not interfere in their disputes.
But Wang Meng had intended to use the nightclub to eliminate him, which infuriated Chen Nan.
"I was wrong, I was truly wrong!" Wang Meng, frightened out of his wits, collapsed on the ground, a pale yellow liquid flowing out from beneath him.
