Nightclub
With Song Ren's move, the intensity of the scene had already escalated.
Wang Kun's group numbered roughly fourteen or fifteen people.
Men and women alike surged forward in a mass, clutching beer bottles and folding stools.
Some cursed loudly, while others glared viciously at Song Ren!
Yau Kong Ngau and the other brothers, together with Siu Jai Ming and A Lok, stood on either side of Song Ren, their eyes blazing with the same murderous light.
Wang Kun snatched a metal baseball bat from one of the lackeys beside him.
He raised his arm and pointed the bat at Song Ren's nose, letting the blood from his forehead stream down the side of his face. His expression was hideous:
"You little bastard! Are you fucking tired of living?"
Song Ren lightly shook his hands, as if performing a magic trick.
A pair of pitch-black brass knuckles, marked with golden Lightning Strike Patterns, suddenly appeared over his clenched fists.
He took the initiative and walked toward Wang Kun.
Wang Kun's expression immediately darkened. His opponent looked far too calm, making his heart inexplicably jolt.
But Wang Kun quickly suppressed that trace of unease, and his expression gradually turned vicious:
"Fuck you. Go to hell!"
He abruptly raised the baseball bat and swung it down at Song Ren's head.
Bang!
A high kick sent the metal baseball bat flying, spinning high into the air!
It slammed into a dazzling, multicolored light fixture overhead.
With a sharp clang, a huge burst of sparks exploded in the air!
The onlookers were startled.
That kick also pushed the already-heated atmosphere to its peak and completely ignited it.
Both groups saw red and charged forward fiercely!
Their curses nearly drowned out the nightclub's speakers.
The sound engineer on the stage also stopped working.
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