Lu Feng almost tripped. If the red-robed woman hadn't supported him, he might have tumbled to the ground.
Even though he didn't fall, the stumble made him bleed profusely from his lower body once more. A gut-wrenching pain erupted from between his legs.
"You fucking bitch, just you wait! I won't rest until I settle this score with you!"
He shot Lu Hong a venomous glare before leaving, shamefaced, without looking back.
"Humph!" Lu Hong snorted, a hint of murderous intent lurking deep within her eyes.
The middle-aged fatty withdrew his gaze and swept it over everyone present, his eyes instantly growing cold. "Do you know why I did that?"
The crowd shook their heads.
"Everyone who comes to the Drunken Dream Tower is my guest. I don't want to see anyone causing trouble here and spoiling the harmonious atmosphere."
"Let Lu Feng's incident serve as a lesson."
"If anyone dares to cause a scene here again, the consequences will be far more serious."
