After a brief silence, there was an explosion of furious voices.
"Ah, someone grab her for me!"
"Bitch, how dare you hit me? You're dead today!"
The scene was chaotic.
Nancy Allen remained as calm as she was when she entered, the shattered bottom of the bottle in her hand turned into a sharp weapon.
Someone approached, but hadn't made a move.
Nancy pointed the sharp bottle at President King's carotid artery.
Blood streamed down President King's head, the sharp glass pressed against his neck, instantly silencing his curses.
The room fell silent again for a moment.
People around shouted angrily: "What are you doing? Let go now!"
"She doesn't dare! Just a woman, and in front of so many of us, can she really turn the tables?"
Listening to these taunts, Nancy pressed the bottle slightly downwards.
The sharp glass cut through flesh, blood oozed from his neck.
President King immediately shouted: "Shut up, do you want me dead?"
