Before the red-haired man could even get the word "open" out, he took a kick to the stomach. With a loud *thud*, he was sent sprawling onto the marble table. As he scrambled to dodge, trembling with fear, Bian Hong lunged forward and slammed a fist into his face.
"You fucking piece of trash, you called that a piece of shit cake!?"
The blow was brutal; the red-haired man felt his teeth loosen, and the taste of blood filled his mouth as he gasped, "What gives you the right to hit me?"
Chapter 173