Zhang Yang lowered his head, took a bite of food and a sip of wine, then unhurriedly tore off a napkin and wiped his mouth.
"Come on, let's talk outside." He stood up with a smile and walked over.
"You got a problem?" Brother Wei narrowed his eyes at the young man who had suddenly risen before him. Somewhere in his mind, a fleeting sense of something being wrong flashed by.
"A little." Zhang Yang smiled, spread his arms, and directly slung them around him.
Brother Wei raised his brows, about to curse, when his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Because the next second, he felt an indescribably immense force coming from his arm, crushing him like heavy machinery.
Creak, creak.
"Fuck!"
He nearly coughed up blood.
Still smiling as he draped an arm over Brother Wei's shoulder, Zhang Yang's expression remained unchanged. "Today is our family's housewarming banquet. If you've got something to say, say it properly. What's with coming into the dining hall and shouting? Come on, let's go outside."
To everyone else in the private room—
It looked as though Zhang Yang had simply walked over, spread his arms, put them around the men, and led them straight out of the room.
"Is everything okay? Should we call the police?"
"I'll go take a look."
By then, the group had finally reached the outside of the private room.
More accurately, they had been shoved out against their will.
"Say you're sorry." Zhang Yang smiled at Brother Wei.
"I fucking—" Brother Wei opened his mouth to curse.
Zhang Yang slapped him across the face.
"Say it."
Brother Wei's mind instantly went blank, followed by a hot sensation in his mouth.
The moment he opened his mouth, he gagged, vomiting an unknown number of shattered teeth mixed with blood.
"Are