The chair that was initially aimed at Hao Jian was suddenly snatched by him and smashed onto his head. He hadn't regained his senses yet, and then felt dizzy, seeing stars. When he finally came to, he wiped his head with his hand, finding something sticky on it.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he saw his hand covered in blood, then the pain in his head hit him like someone had cracked it open. The warm blood kept flowing out uncontrollably.
A few people immediately ran over to support Brother Zhang, excitedly saying, "Brother Zhang, are you okay!"
Brother Zhang was held up by them, his legs going weak, barely managing to stand. The crack on his head from where Hao Jian had hit him with the chair was intensely hurting. However, he steadied himself, pressing one hand to the wound on his head while angrily pointing at Hao Jian with the other.
