"You're really willing to leave?" A player with a gloomy look said coldly, "What's right in front of you is a table full of goodies."
"Wei Zhongyu, if you've got something to say, spit it out. Don't be so damn passive-aggressive all day!" Qian Zi slapped the table. "Just because Cao Zheng beat you up twice, you're still holding a grudge? Are you even a man?"
Wei Zhongyu snapped his gaze to her, and from his hanging sleeve, a thumb-sized metal ball slid out. "I wanna see just how long you can run your mouth!"
Seeing the two about to throw down, a few others came over to break it up, and in the chaos, someone's fist landed on someone else's face. In a blink, it was about to turn into an all-out brawl.
"Bang." Mr. Kang set his wine glass on the table.
A group of people instantly fell silent like ducks with their tongues cut out, quietly separating.
