After Ye Xuan let go, Shank sure didn't feel grateful.
Rubbing his nearly broken wrist, he immediately snatched a beer bottle from the table with a vicious look on his face and smashed it towards Ye Xuan's head. "Fuck! You little bastard, I'm going to kill you now!"
At this sight, many people couldn't help but cry out in alarm. If that hit had connected, the kid's head would have surely burst open!
Ye Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he swiftly raised his hand, effortlessly catching the bottle, and before his opponent could react, he quickly raised his other hand, bringing a fierce gust of wind and fiercely slapping Shank across the face.
Slap—
The sound was crisp and loud, like thunder striking the ground, leaving Shank completely stunned, his half-face swelling up like a pig's head.
His chubby cheeks trembled violently. Before he could recover from the shock of the slap, Ye Xuan fiercely kicked out, hitting Shank square in the chest!
