Cui Boyu sneered coldly, making a calculated decision in his heart.
In the great Northern territory of Jin Shang, by the Yellow River, there was a Mountain Villa resembling a tiger crouching and a dragon curling.
Thud.
A wooden door was kicked open, everyone in the private room turned their heads toward the entrance, and one person stood up from his seat.
"Who the hell are you, daring to disrupt Young Master Wang's game? Don't you want to hang around Beihe anymore?"
The visitor looked disdainfully at the arrogantly confronting young master and, without a word, lifted his hand, his bodyguard then placed a beer into the opponent's hand.
Without another word, he swung his hand.
Bang.
The beer smashed onto the young master's forehead like a club, instantly splashing beer everywhere. The young master's head buzzed, causing him to stagger.
"Fuck your mother, you dare hit me!"
