Pa!
With a muffled thud, Wang Fugui was slapped and flew backward, the dagger in his hand flying into the air.
Thud!
After crashing into a dining table, amidst the shattering pots and bowls, Wang Fugui fell to the ground.
"Ouch!"
Wang Fugui let out a miserable cry, not yet crawling up, when Butcher Zhu roared loudly and stomped on Wang Fugui's hand.
"Ah!"
Wang Fugui screamed like a pig being slaughtered, repeatedly striking at Butcher Zhu's foot, but Butcher Zhu's foot remained unmoving, still viciously stamping on his wrist.
"Let go! Let go! You damn fatty!"
Tears streamed down Wang Fugui's face from the pain, as he cursed and kicked.
Butcher Zhu remained unmoved, his face full of rage as he said, "Where did this thief come from, daring to assassinate Young Master Qin in broad daylight! He deserves to die!"
"Yes! He deserves to die!"
His words ignited anger in the others.
Suddenly, everyone at each table rushed over, aggressive and furious.
