Zhu Hong?
Zhao Tienan recognized the voice and immediately turned to look.
Sure enough, right by the low table not far away, Zhu Hong was holding a beer bottle, pointing at a burly man whose face was full of flesh and who was at least a head taller than her, cursing him.
Moreover, Zhu Hong's face flushed with a charming blush, clearly indicating she had had a bit too much to drink.
Her personality was already somewhat feisty, and with the influence of alcohol, it was like a bloodline awakening.
"Damn, filthy woman, who would've thought your mouth is quite sharp!"
"Since that's the case, I'm even more curious to taste what it's like."
"Come on, pin her down for me. Today I'll give everyone a treat and broadcast it live."
The burly man wiped the saliva from his mouth and said with extreme sleaziness.
In the next second, a group of thugs rushed towards Zhu Hong, their faces fervent, as if they couldn't wait to enjoy a close-up view of this sleazy scene.
