At this moment, the young man lying on the ground heard Lu Yu's words. Instinctively, he touched the spot where the cup hit him earlier and felt a wet sensation. When he looked at his hand, he was shocked to find a splash of crimson blood. The cup had actually drawn blood!
"Fuck! Everybody stop jumping around!"
As soon as he saw the blood on his hand, the youth roared furiously. Immediately, the noisy bar fell into an eerie silence.
The young men and women in the dance floor, who were still swaying their bodies, stopped moving their hips and all looked towards Lu Yu with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.
The patrons here were regulars at the bar and had seen their fair share of fights. Seeing the current scene, they were keen to watch the drama unfold.
"Was it you who threw this cup?"
The youth pointed at the broken glass on the ground and coldly asked Lu Yu, his eyes seething with anger, making him look menacing and terrifying.
"I threw it!"
