Chuzheng squeezed into the crowd, An Ji was grabbed by the collar, and punched over.
Chuzheng just wanted to go over when An Ji suddenly picked up a bottle of wine beside him and smashed it on the person's head.
Bang—
The person might have been stunned by the blow, maintaining that posture for several seconds.
He slowly raised his hand, touching his head.
Blood started flowing down from the edge of his forehead.
The person stretched his hand in front of him for a look, his facial expression changed, and then he fell to the ground.
"Ah!"
A timid girl screamed.
Chuzheng: "..."
I... X!
Is this uncorrupted Good Person Card really so powerful?
With you like this, how can I perform?
Can I eliminate him and start over?
[...] Little sister, I advise you to be kind.
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An Ji hooked up the mask hanging below his chin, pulling it up to cover his face.
The murky lights of the bar cast in his eyes, a patch of deathly stillness, just like the vast starry sky frozen in that moment.
