One hundred slaps each!
Ye Xuan's words echoed in everyone's ears.
The onlookers in the bar were initially there for the spectacle, but by now, they were dumbfounded.
Ye Xuan's actions were brutally vicious!
He picked up a bar stool and smashed it at others.
And each hit was more vicious than the last, absolutely ruthless.
"That guy is simply the devil; look at what he did to that big guy. His head, his face, all covered in blood."
A young man stared at Ye Xuan, scolding sharply.
Everything that had happened was seen by him. Ye Xuan hit relentlessly, without leaving the other party a chance to survive.
"That guy is inhumane, absolutely terrifying. Be careful with what you say; he just looked over here."
Another young man quickly reminded him.
Hearing this, the young man who had been cursing Ye Xuan trembled violently and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to speak further.
"Heh, a bunch of trash, talking big but lacking real strength."
