Wang Dadong's actions were like courting death.
However, he wasn't that easy to kill.
After loosening up his joints, Wang Dadong charged at the nearest person...
The scene was too bloody, so it won't be described.
One minute, two minutes... five minutes passed.
Outside the bar, Qin Shihuang's forehead was continuously sweating cold droplets.
Although he knew the chances of Wang Dadong coming out were slim, he still held onto a sliver of hope.
Because if Wang Dadong didn't come out, he would die here tonight.
And everyone inside the bar would die too.
At this moment, everyone in the bar, including the staff, about thirty people in total, had knives held to their throats, kneeling at the bar entrance.
Hell Widow Fu was always someone who meant what she said; if she said she'd kill everyone, she definitely would.
Ten minutes passed.
Wang Dadong still hadn't come out.
