Meanwhile…
Thud.
Bam!
The glass which Lu Yin Ze was holding was swiped down by an unknown flying object.
Crash!
The rich aroma of wine engulfed the room.
Lu Yin Ze looked blankly at his hands which was now only holding the broken lower stand of the chalice. He had already dragged his couch to the farthest corner, yet the damage still reached him.
He sighed.
Even if he got angry, there was no way he could vent it out towards the two fearsome men who were now on the way to having an all-out fight.
The room was already destroyed. The fragile furniture inside the lounge did not survive this violent fight. Even the strong walls were showing signs of damage.
His eyes swept back to the two men.
Just how long were they going to fight?
These guys, did they forget where they were now?
Lu Yin Ze wanted to go to the door, but he had to pass the two to leave the lounge.
