"What are you going to do?" The bartender noticed something was wrong and reached his right hand into his jacket.
A hand held down his wrist.
The bartender looked up at me, realizing he couldn't escape my hold, "Damn it!"
The bartender yelled, and I thrust my right hand towards his eyeball, the needle pierced through the pupil, blood sprayed from the left eye.
"Ah ah ah, bastard!"
The bartender covered his left eye, his vision went dark.
There was a sound from the knee, I kicked his right knee.
Crack!
The sound of bone fracturing filled my eardrums.
"Ah ah ah!" The bartender kneeled on the ground.
I walked towards the table, picked up an axe, and slowly approached the bartender.
"No, please, please don't do this."
The bartender was terrified, the young man in front of him was actually a butcher.
"Draw the gun."
"What?"
"I'm telling you to draw the gun."
The bartender trembled as he looked at me, "We have no hatred! I've never seen you!"
