Late at night.
Blood Rose Bar.
The bottle smashed hard on Ma Bin's head, spicy liquor mixed with blood soaked his hair, trickling down his forehead. His glasses on the bridge of his nose were cracked, and blood threads appeared in his eyeballs, making him look very miserable.
Zheng Si, half-naked, panted heavily, his palm like a millstone, crushing the remaining bottle neck into shards.
He held up his hand and poured everything over Ma Bin's head, who stood motionless.
Zheng Si grabbed Ma Bin's head, exerted force, causing the shards to press into his scalp, making a tooth-aching sound. His scalp and hair roots instantly turned crimson.
"You don't know Martial Arts, weak as a willow, can't even hold a knife steady, yet I've always defended you, let you hold the number two position in the gang. What do you think I saw in you?" Zheng Si roared angrily.
