"Big brother!"
The two strong men behind Bu Chen immediately charged at him with red eyes and fury.
"Seeking death!"
Bu Chen's eyes flashed with a hint of killing aura. He spun around and, in an instant, kicked both men away.
Bam! Bam!
Two tables were smashed over heavily.
At this moment, Shao Huo approached with a small stool, chuckling coldly.
"No! Don't hit my face!"
One of the men raised his hand and shouted.
"Alright, don't worry. I won't hit your face,"
Shao Huo said with a smile.
"Thank you, big brother." The two men smiled inwardly, thinking Shao Huo would let them off easily.
But suddenly, Shao Huo's cheerful expression turned stiff, and he harshly smashed the small stool in his hand, hitting them precisely on the face!
They were immediately struck, crying out repeatedly, and he deliberately aimed for their faces.
When they ended up with swollen faces like pigheads, they looked at him pitifully.
"Big, big brother, you promised not to hit the face!"
