Ning Fan's eyes flashed with impatience, and he kicked the wine bottle on the ground.
Listening to that earth-shattering scream, Ning Fan felt a chill underneath, suddenly experiencing a pain in his nether regions.
With heaven and earth as his witnesses, Ning Fan could swear he really just kicked casually to scare the guy, but hadn't expected it to hit the target so precisely.
"This might leave a psychological shadow."
Ning Fan shrugged, blaming it on the guy's bad luck.
"I'll ask, you answer. Say a word of nonsense, and he will be your role model."
After describing Bick's appearance, Ning Fan indeed gathered some leads through a simple Q&A session.
Bick, this guy, really came here for fun just as Ning Fan imagined.
"Where is he?"
"Left."
"When did he leave?"
"About two hours ago."
"How do you know he left two hours ago?"
Ning Fan looked at the speaker, a big-bellied white man.
"He was at the table next to mine, left with a pretty chick."
