"Bang!"
The bottle shattered, sending countless pieces of glass flying.
But it exploded mid-air.
Just as the bottle was flying toward Lin Nianhe, Su Yuncheng kicked out, hitting it accurately and bursting it to pieces.
The shower of glass fragments turned and headed back, frightening the muscular man into hastily retreating, barely avoiding a face full of cuts.
Wen Lan stepped forward, pulling Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei behind her, and with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at the man: "What do you think you're doing? Looking for a beating?"
The muscular man was startled for a moment, then scoffed coldly, "Goddamn it, you little bastards are quite arrogant, thinking I'm a pushover?"
Lin Nianhe and the others thought he was about to charge at them after his tough talk, but Su Yuncheng had already clenched his fists, ready to knock him out with a single blow.
Only the homeowner had a pained expression, taking a half step back.
