When Xu Ke arrived, a few hooligans were in the middle of a lively conversation, each having downed several bottles of beer, their faces flushed red like monkey buttocks, chatting and laughing loudly.
As soon as Xu Ke walked in and saw the scene before him, his eyes reddened almost instantly, the veins on his temple throbbed violently. Xu Ke, exuding a murderous aura, approached the table, and before anyone could react, he kicked the table, flipping it over, sending dishes sliding off and splattering everyone with soup and beer.
"What the fuck, who the hell is this? Are you crazy?" Brother Biao was the most drenched, his large floral shirt soaked through, the lion's head dish he hadn't touched was now all over him. At that moment, he held a meatball in each hand, and the alcohol made his temper even more explosive; with a slight squeeze, the stewed lion's head crumbled into mush in his hand.
