"Reason with him? Beat the crap out of his turtle son golden egg shell."
Chu Hao, without saying a word, picked up a nearby wine jug and smashed it hard against Yu Ming's head.
With a loud "bang," the wine jug shattered.
Yu Ming staggered back in pain, just about to fire back, but ended up being stomped on the face by a huge foot. The power of the stomp was so strong that Yu Ming was kicked flying, landing not far away.
Chu Hao shook his head, almost fell over; the booze was really strong. With a wave of his big hand, he said, "Brothers, beat him."
A bunch of people had already been drinking; seeing one of theirs getting hit made them upset. With Chu Hao taking the lead, seven or eight people rushed up, all surrounding Yu Ming to beat him.
"Make way."
Du Peng was also drunk, grabbing a decoration nearby, a Yin Yang Stone, which looked quite valuable, and smashed it down hard.
