The shattered glass splashed open, and Twin carefully jumped aside to avoid being stabbed.
The glasses flew out of the private room and landed in the hallway, also breaking. Twin turned her head to look back into the room, seeing the elegant young man with his pupils rolled back, blood trickling down his forehead, and slowly collapsing to the ground.
"Such a bother," the red-haired woman sighed and scratched her fluffy hair, "I hate idiots who can't understand human words."
"Right, right," Twin nodded outside the private room in agreement.
Another man's face was pale as he tossed aside the cards in his hand and turned to leave.
"Wait a moment," Hong He called him back, making his body tremble, "Drag this man out, don't let him be a nuisance here."
The man in a suit nodded repeatedly, went over to drag the already unconscious glasses man, and walked past Twin without daring to look back.
"Wow!"
