The VIP room was completely dead silent, as everyone stared at the terrifying scene unfolding right in front of their eyes.
Rick stood tall beside the shattered marble table, as his heavy boot pressed down firmly onto the center of Tristan's chest, pinning the arrogant young master to the floor like a piece of absolute trash.
Tristan was a complete mess, since he was vomiting a mixture of expensive red wine and his own blood, while his eyes were rolled back in sheer agony.
"Ughh... Please..." Tristan wheezed pathetically, as tears streamed down his bruised face, because the sheer terror of facing this ruthless brute completely broke his spoiled ego.
"Now... Will you pay the bill?" Rick asked with a cold, deadpan expression, as he looked across the room at the terrified faces of his former classmates, "Along with the damage... And no more family discount for you."
