The originally noisy space suddenly became deathly silent. The man, who was once ferocious and intimidating, was now lying on the ground with blood flowing profusely from his head, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.
Everyone silently took a cold breath and looked at the tall man standing there silently, in his hand still was of a beer bottle dripping drop by drop of blood to the ground.
Amanda dreamily looked at the back in front of her. She blinked, pushed Celia , who had been scared to tears, aside. Staggered over and hugged his arm, poking out her small head to look around.
"Uncle! Beat him to death, he wants to beat me!"
Quentin 's throat moved slightly, he breathed out a calming breath to calm the murderous intent in his eyes, turned around and hugged……
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