chapter 274 You are indeed wrong

The bottle broke into pieces and the clerk staggered forward, holding his head with both hands, blood flowing from between his fingers.

Before he could stand firm, a group of thugs rushed over, surrounded him, and each of them held a bottle of wine in their hands, swinging it at his head!

When the shop owner rushed out, the clerk's head had been hit by more than a dozen bottles. His head was covered in blood and he was unconscious, but those people still didn't let him go...