The wine bottle shattered into pieces, and Feng Zhinhu let out a scream as he fell backward.
"Cough!" Blood streamed down from the gash on Feng Zhinhu's forehead.
Baek Su-ryong, who had risen from his seat, knocked over the table and walked toward him.
Before long, another wine bottle was in his hand.
"How many have you embraced?" "You crazy bastard...!" Feng Zhinhu immediately tried to get up and counterattack.