Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the scene unfolding before them. Has Lin Mu gone mad? He just slapped the manager of the renowned Enjoyment Bar and sent him flying? What is he thinking?
"You're seeking death, kid!"
Shi Kaimin felt as if his organs had been knocked out of place. Waves of intense pain wracked his body, making it impossible to even stand. He endured the agony, glaring at Lin Mu. "You little bastard," he cursed, "if I don't chop off your hands today, I'll take your last name!"
He roared at the approaching security guards, "What the hell are you morons waiting for? Get more men!"
Perhaps the movement was too great, as it aggravated his injuries and made him grimace in pain. Instantly, dozens of security guards rushed in. They forced the other patrons out, pulled the main doors shut, and grabbed weapons, surrounding Lin Mu's group with malice in their eyes. He hit our manager. Nobody's walking out of here tonight.
