A few burly men from the bar followed him out. Hai Zhilan swung a bottle and stepped out aggressively.
"Brothers, grab your weapons and kill this bastard!"
An imposing man with a crew cut led his lackeys quickly forward. This fierce man was the big brother called by the bartender. He was also hired muscle for this bar.
"Damn it! If you have guts, come at me!" Hai Zhilan, fueled by alcohol, was full of vigor.
He strode into the group of lackeys, swinging the bottle with both hands and started brawling.
"Brothers! Let's cut this son of a bitch!" The fierce man charged at the front, wielding a large machete, and swung it fiercely at Hai Zhilan's head.
"Crack!"
Hai Zhilan raised his bottle to block, and the machete instantly shattered it.
The sharp blade grazed his nose and slipped downwards, chilling Hai Zhilan with cold sweat.
Thump thump thump... Hai Zhilan retreated a couple of steps, his back soaked with sweat.
"Damn it, the knife is indeed more reliable than the bottle."
