Beat Up Countless Assholes Like You Every Day

The lights in the villa suddenly flickered after Song Zhi had consumed half a glass of champagne. In an instant, the house became completely dark.

Song Zhi frowned as he leaned against the bar. Was the power out?

He swallowed the smooth liquid before putting down the glass unhurriedly and retrieving his phone from his pocket. He tapped on the phone screen, turned on the flashlight, and held it in the direction of the electrical box.

He planned on checking to see if the power had tripped.

Just as he was about to reach the electrical box, he saw a man dressed in black standing by the wall wearing a metal mask.

The light from his phone left a threatening gleam on the metal mask giving the man dressed in black a murderous air.