<h4>Chapter 1460: Chapter 1460: Who Do You Think You Are?</h4>


    At this moment.


    The middle-aged man waspletely dumbfounded.


    His gaze was vacant.


    The fragrance of the liquor emanating from the broken bottle.


    At this moment, it did not give the middle-aged man any sense of enjoyment.


    Instead, it was like poison gas.


    Making the middle-aged man’s face look more and more unpleasant.


    And the stage manager and Yang Hui on the stage.


    Including everyone below the dance floor.


    Were all stunned watching this scene.


    The whole ce was in an uproar.


    "Damn it, who did this? Over three hundred thousand RMB for a bottle, shattered just like that?"


    "This isn’t just breaking a bottle, it’s like burning RMB!"


    "I bet that rich guy is about to lose it..."


    ...


    The dance floor was abuzz with discussion.


    Even though the explosive music continued to y, it couldn’t suppress the discussions of hundreds of people.


    About five secondster.


    "Ah!!!!"


    A cry filled with heartbreak and indignation rang out on stage.


    The owner of this cry was none other than the middle-aged man.


    Staring at the shattered ss fragments and the spilled liquor on himself and the ground.


    The middle-aged man’s eyes were bulging.


    And on his face.


    Was a clear expression of sheer agony!


    At this moment, it felt like his heart was bleeding.


    That was a limited edition Remy Martin Louis XIII.


    A bottle worth 320,000 RMB!


    He hadn’t even had a sip...


    No, he hadn’t even tasted a drop, and it was smashed like this.


    How could he not be heartbroken?


    He was practically heartbroken to the point of fainting.


    "Stop the music for me!"


    The middle-aged man turned to the stage manager, his face full of anger, and said.


    "Music, stop!"


    The stage manager, knowing the gravity of the situation, quickly signaled the audio technician beside the stage to pause the music.


    The audio technician didn’t dare to hesitate and immediately stopped the music.


    In an instant.


    The whole nightclub fell silent again, leaving only the chaotic discussions on the dance floor.


    The middle-aged man grabbed the microphone from the stage manager, rushed to the edge of the stage, and red angrily at the crowd in the dance floor, shouting furiously: "Damn it, who was it? Who smashed my bottle? Step out, or I’ll skin you alive today!"


    At these words.


    The crowd in the dance floor exchanged puzzled nces.


    Because they had all been dancing just now, none of them saw clearly where the ck eight-ball came flying from.


    They only heard the sound of ss shattering.


    And then saw the Louis XIII that the middle-aged man had raised above his head get smashed.


    So they didn’t know who had done it.


    Watching the crowd look at each other in confusion.


    The middle-aged man was infuriated to the extreme.


    Because he had just been standing on the stage.


    And the nearest area to the stage was the dance floor.


    The only ones who could hit the bottle were those in the dance floor.


    So the culprit was definitely among them.


    But the dance floor had hundreds of people.


    Finding the culprit would be no easy task.


    The more the middle-aged man thought about it, the angrier he got, continuing to roar in anger: "Ahhhh! Who the hell did it? Step out now, or I’ll call the cops!"


    "It was your daddy who smashed it, so what if you have a problem?"


    A mocking voice suddenly sounded.


    At these words.


    Everyone was stunned, then turned their eyes towards the source of the voice.


    Including Chen Feng, who was seated in a secluded corner, also looked over.


    They saw a figure sitting at a table not far from the dance floor.


    It was a bald man wearing a green shirt with a big gold chain around his neck.


    And at this moment.


    The bald man was leaning back in a chair, legs crossed, looking mockingly at the middle-aged man on stage.


    In his right hand, he was still ying with two billiard balls, rolling them back and forth.


    Seeing this.


    Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, then a faint smile crept up at the corner of his mouth, saying with interest, "Finally, something interesting!"


    Afterward, he didn’t move, still sitting there, sipping his drink, and quietly observing the scene.


    The middle-aged man red at the bald man, his eyes nearly spitting fire, and shouted angrily: "It was you! You dare smash my bottle, do you know how expensive that bottle was? I have to kill you today to vent my anger!"


    "Oh? Kill me? Really?"


    The corner of the bald man’s mouth lifted slightly, and then he beckoned behind him.


    Immediately, at the tables behind the bald man, one after another, a group of burly men stood up.


    There were more than twenty people in total.


    After getting up, they all gathered behind the bald man, respectfully looking at him and bowing, "Brother Hui!"


    "Hmm!"


    Liu Hui waved his hand, then looked at the middle-aged man, teasingly saying, "So, still want to kill me?"


    Upon seeing this, the middle-aged man’s face instantly changed.


    Even though he was furious, he now knew he had kicked the wrong person.


    Given the posture of the other party, he was at least a big shot in the underground world.


    This made the middle-aged man feel somewhat apprehensive, taking a deep breath, and said with trepidation but feigned bravado: "Even if my previous words were harsh, you smashed my 320,000 RMB bottle, shouldn’t you give me an exnation?"


    "Exnation? Ha, who the hell do you think you are? Just because you have some stinking money? I smash it if I want to, and you’re not getting any exnation!"


    Liu Hui sneered, giving the middle-aged man a sidelong nce.


    "You... you’re unreasonable!"


    The middle-aged man was so angry his eyes bulged.


    "Want reason, eh? Then I’ll reason with you properly today!"


    Liu Hui chuckled coldly, then directly stood up, motioning to the men behind him, and strode towards the stage.


    Seeing this scene.


    The middle-aged man was almost scared out of his wits, his legs starting to give way, saying: "What... what do you want to do? There are so many people watching here, if you dare touch me, I’ll call the police immediately, they are all my witnesses!"


    "Oh, really?"


    Liu Hui coldly scanned the young men and women in the dance floor.


    Their gazes were icy and somewhat murderous.


    Causing the young men and women not to dare utter a sound, let alone speak up.


    Wherever Liu Hui’s gazended, they quickly looked down, not daring to meet his eyes.


    After all, Liu Hui’s posture.


    Clearly wasn’t simple at all.


    They didn’t dare provoke him.


    Seeing everyone too scared to make a sound.


    The middle-aged man’s face became even more unpleasant.


    At this point.


    Liu Hui had already brought his men onto the stage.


    The middle-aged man was so scared he was about to wet himself, hastily seeking help from the stage manager beside him: "Manager... I’m your VIP, I just spent more than 300,000 RMB here, your nightclub has an obligation to protect me!"


    "Don’t worry, sir, we definitely will..."


    However, before the stage manager finished his sentence.


    At that moment.


    Liu Hui waved to the thugs behind him.


    A thug quickly stepped forward, heading straight for the middle-aged man...