This scene left everyone dumbfounded.
Xiang Chengfeng's mind reeled. He immediately shot to his feet and rushed at Zhao Dong. "You brat, how dare you hit Miss Mo! You're asking to die!"
"You're the one asking to die!" Zhao Dong's murderous intent surged. He spun around and kicked, sending the charging Xiang Chengfeng flying.
He had only been in the restroom for a moment, and Su Yurou had been bullied right under his nose. Wasn't this a slap in his face? Moreover, the most recent clash between Su Yurou and Mo Qian had been because of him. Seeing Mo Qian hit Su Yurou, Zhao Dong naturally flew into a rage.
A deadly silence fell over the bar.
Zhao Dong strode forward, grabbed Xiang Chengfeng by the hair, and threw him down next to Mo Qian. He towered over them, his tiger-like eyes blazing like a bloodthirsty god of slaughter.
"What... what are you doing? I'm warning you—"
WHACK!
"Ahhh!"
