Watching Jin Mo in the midst of danger, Tang Yan's eyes nearly split with rage, a thick fury emanating from his gaze, almost burning up all his rationality.
Some had called the banquet hall staff, hoping they could unlock the door, but Tang Yan couldn't wait. Seeing Jin Mo about to fall, his eyes turned blood red.
He thrust his fist against the door over and over. Despite the shaking glass door appearing fragile, it was actually very sturdy. Tang Yan's fists were already bleeding, yet still, the glass wouldn't shatter.
The surrounding people couldn't bear to watch; bright red blood ran down the glass. He kept smashing crazily, as if he couldn't feel any pain at all.
"Stand back!"
A shout came through as Zhao Zhiyi, holding a fire extinguisher, rushed over and smashed it hard against the glass door, finally causing a crack.
