The middle-aged couple and the young woman were dumbfounded.
They hadn't expected Ye Xiu to actually strike, much less so viciously, splitting the young man's head open with a single punch.
Xia Zhiwei and the patrons at the roadside stall felt a sudden, exhilarating surge of satisfaction.
Good! People like that deserve a beating!
"Son, are you alright?" the middle-aged man finally reacted, his voice filled with concern.
The young woman and the middle-aged woman scrambled to check the young man's head.
After all, Ye Xiu is someone who can crush a beer bottle into dust. Wouldn't a punch like that fracture the young man's skull?
"I'm fine!" The young man wiped the blood from his head and glared at Ye Xiu. "You actually dared to hit me? I'll kill you!"
With that, he swung a beer bottle at Ye Xiu's head.
Ye Xiu casually caught it, turned the bottle around, and smashed it over the young man's head.
"Apologize to Xia Zhiwei," he said coldly, "or I'll smash your head in today."
