"If you don't want to apologize, that's fine too." Ling Chen pointed at the bottles of foreign wine on the table and said, "Each of you takes a bottle, and as long as you drink it all in one go, I'll let what happened earlier slide."
"Ha!" Song Wen sneered, looked at Ling Chen, and said, "Do you even know who we are? We..."
"Shut your damn mouth," Ling Chen said impatiently. "I don't care who you are. Even if you were the King himself, if you don't do as I say today, I'll deal with you all the same."
Song Wen, defiant and unconvinced, challenged, "Go ahead and try it if you dare."
Smack!
Just as Song Wen finished speaking, a loud slap echoed immediately.
Instantly, Song Wen, slapped hard, lost his balance and staggered towards the table, knocking it over entirely and spilling wine all over himself, in a completely embarrassing state.
Seeing Song Wen suffer, the others quickly shouted, "Security, security!"
