The man barely had time to shift his gaze to Brandon before-
BAM!
Brandon's foot connected with his chest in a clean, brutal kick that sent the wine glass flying out of the man's hand.
The impact slammed him backward into the couch so hard that the woman on his lap yelped and fell to the side, scrambling off in shock.
"Argh..." The man let out a sharp grunt, completely caught off guard as the air was knocked out of his lungs.
The man coughed and gripped his chest as he tried to regain composure, but Brandon didn't give him the chance.
In two steps, Brandon was right in front of him and his hand gripped the man's collar, pulling him forward.
He raised his hand and gave another punch to his face.
A sickening CRACK echoed through the quiet VIP lounge.
The man's head snapped back violently, and for a split second, his body went slack in Brandon's grip.
Blood gushed from his nose, splattering down onto his white shirt and the plush carpet below.
