He had just turned his head when he saw a young man standing at the door of the private room, his eyes filled with an icy intensity to the utmost.
In an instant, Zhang Long felt as if he was on the brink of an abyss, caught in the Arctic.
What kind of piercingly cold eyes were those?
What kind of murderous gaze was that?
His entire body shuddered uncontrollably, beyond his own control!
"Damn it! Have you lost your mind? How dare you interrupt my fun, do you know who I, Zhang Long, am?"
Zhang Long's face was full of rage as he stared at Lin Mo and bellowed furiously.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Lin Mo took a step like an arrow and was immediately in front of him. He then grabbed a beer bottle from the table and relentlessly smashed it onto Zhang Long's head, over and over again.
Bang bang bang!