No one had expected that Ivan's son would suddenly be so fierce. If the porcelain bowl hit his head, he would have a bloody ending.
Michael casually grabbed the porcelain bowl that was about to hit his head.
Ivan's son cursed angrily, "You silly dog. It's all your fortune that I beat you up. How dare you hit me? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death!"
Ivan's wife said with a look of disdain, "What kind of master and what kind of dog are you raising? You don't know the rules, and you don't know how to raise a dog! It's a disgrace to us businessmen."
Luis looked at Michael with a gloomy face.
Ivan sneered and stared at Michael. "Who are you showing your smelly face to? Believe it or not—"
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, Michael threw out the porcelain bowl in his hand and smashed it on the head of Ivan's son.
Ivan's son screamed. His head was bleeding and he rolled on the ground.
The scene seemed to have been pressed to pause, and the couple's expressions froze.