"Bro, WTF..."
The bespectacled Black, bewildered by the sudden appearance of Asians in the room, blurted out a curse as if he had seen a ghost.
Allen Zhang spotted a black handgun on the table. Swift and ruthless, without a word, he kicked over the table with his foot.
Popcorn exploded around the room like fireworks, and the handgun tumbled to a corner, spinning.
"Hey!!" The two Blacks finally reacted, immediately standing up to resist.
"Shut the fuck up!!"
Allen clenched his fist and delivered a ferocious punch to the chubby face of the Black, shattering his glasses and nose bridge, as well as his psychological defenses.
The bespectacled Black immediately covered his bloody nose, howling in pain.
"Oh!! My nose!!!"
The other Black also instantly cried out in shock, clutching his head: "Hey!!"
Allen delivered another liver-busting punch that reduced the Black to a crumpled mess, vomiting whatever he had eaten earlier, now slumped on the ground, sweating profusely.
