He's getting older and fatter, how could he be a match for Mo Siyu?
Mo Siyu knocked him to the ground, still not satisfied, beating him with punches and kicks until he could still talk. With reddened eyes, he looked to the side, saw an empty bottle of wine on the table, raised it high, a glint of coldness in his eyes: "Die!"
"Bang!—" with a loud boom, the bottle exploded on Boss Huang's head, countless shards of glass falling like crystal with a rustling sound. Boss Huang took the hit, rolled his eyes, and passed out. Only then did Mo Siyu catch his breath, turning his head to look at Zhao Ziyin lying on the sofa, her clothes half undone. He felt both heartbroken and regretful, and without a word, picked her up.
