Chapter 68
The wine glass exploded on Theresis's head.
No one in the tavern had expected Yoren to actually strike, let alone so suddenly.
The owner, his face twisting in anger, yanked an iron rod from beneath the bar and barked at Yoren.
"What's wrong with you? If you're drunk, get out! Why are you causing trouble here you fool?!"
To the onlookers, it seemed as if Yoren had merely smashed the glass on Theresis's head, but in truth, it had been a brutal slap. The force sent Theresis sprawling, blood dripping from Yoren's fingers where the glass had cut his palm.
Brother Hongdao had never expected Yoren to act alone, especially with three other members of the Black Sen in the tavern. Things might still be salvageable—if they played it smart. A little money to the boss, some drunken excuses, and the military police wouldn't get involved.
Hongdao twisted toward Yoren, his expression dark.
"Boy, you're crazy!"
Leaning close, he lowered his voice. "Idiot, the infected are tearing up the city. Do you want to be wanted by the military police? Huh?"
But Hongdao had underestimated Yoren's recklessness.
The pain in his hand sent a surge of black-and-white energy through his veins. In an instant, Yoren seized Hongdao by the hair.