"You... you you you..."
Oda Hidehiko covered the spot where he had just been hit by a wine glass with one hand while raising a trembling finger at Aoyama Xiu Xin, both shocked and angry, unable to speak clearly due to his rage.
At this moment, his whole body was trembling with anger.
Aoyama Xiu Xin, however, wasted no words; he jumped up from his spot, pressed Oda Hidehiko's face down hard, and slammed it down with a bang. Oda Hidehiko fell like a tree uprooted, his face making intimate contact with the table, his feet sticking up, while dishes clattered to the floor and oil and wine splattered everywhere.
But it wasn't over. Aoyama Xiu Xin held Oda Hidehiko's face down with one hand, grabbed a bottle of sake with the other, and smashed it against his head. With a crash, the bottle shattered, and the sake mixed with blood dripped down.
