Chapter 197: No Martial Ethics, Wu Xiaoshan

"What... what are you going to do?"

As Wu Xiaoshan continued to close in on him, Zhou Long felt as if an ancient fierce beast had locked onto him, causing his entire body to violently tremble.

"I don't blame you for poaching people's talents, but it's your fault for beating someone up like this," Wu Xiaoshan's eerie voice sounded as he casually picked up a beer bottle.

Feeling Wu Xiaoshan's movement, Zhou Long immediately thought of the scene where he had just been smacked with a bottle and quickly stepped back two paces.

"You... you better stop! I... I warn you, my dad is Zhou Sen, you... ah!"

No sooner had he spoken than Wu Xiaoshan smashed the beer bottle on his head again.

Instantly, blood from his head flowed down his face as if it cost him nothing.

"Ah!"

The tearing, sharp pain from his head made Zhou Long's face lose any sense of superiority, replaced instead by endless panic.