"Get out!"
Su Xuan didn't waste another word. He reached out, grabbed the shirtless man's hair, and hauled him toward the door. His sharp momentum, like a sword being unsheathed, left the Ning sisters utterly stunned. They never expected the outwardly sunny Su Xuan, whose demeanor always carried a hint of melancholy, to possess such a cold and ruthless side.
And the unexpected was still to come.
CRACK!
The shirtless man was no pushover. As Su Xuan grabbed his hair, he snatched a bottle from the table, smashed it on the edge, and jabbed the sharp, broken half toward Su Xuan.
"You're asking for it!"
Su Xuan's senses had been enhanced nine times, making him far superior to an ordinary person. Detecting the man's crazed attack, he bent low, executed a perfect shoulder throw, and hurled the two-hundred-pound man toward the doorway.
