Chapter 792

As the stranger brushed past Donovan, he let out an unintentional, loud belch. Donovan immediately felt the man's foul breath wash over him. As someone with a severe phobia of germs, he instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose and mouth. The man had already taken a few steps forward, but when he caught a glimpse of Donovan's look of disgust, he instantly flew into a rage. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" The man had no idea who Donovan was. He spun around and blocked Donovan's path, shouting aggressively, "You think you are hot shit? Who are you to look at me like that?" Donovan did not expect to run into such a moron at a place like this. He didn't even want to waste the energy required to make a facial expression, so he simply spoke in a cold tone. "Move." "Who the hell do you think you are looking down on?" The man was clearly drunk. Fueled by alcohol and perhaps a bit of local influence, he suddenly reached out and shoved Donovan. Before Donovan could even react