Su Qing's sudden action shocked everyone present.
He looked refined and gentle, yet in front of everyone, he bared his fangs, leaving everyone momentarily stunned.
"Su Qing!"
"Brother!"
Li Zijun and Su He exclaimed, the former urging him to calm down, while the latter was simply worried he'd act out in anger again, causing trouble. After all, even though Li Zijun was a cop, if the other side really lost it, they'd still suffer.
The thug, who got a bottle smashed over his head by him, was lying on the ground, screaming, with a large swath of blood flowing from his forehead.
Su He's blow hadn't even broken the bottle; it looked bloody, but in reality, it was just a scratch. However, Su Qing's blow spared no force, shattering the bottle and likely cracking his skull.
Watching his underling get a bottle smashed over his head right in front of him, Yang Dayong felt he couldn't keep face, stepping forward with a grim expression, "Brother, that's too much."
