Chapter 469
Lacles was furious. He slapped Harry without holding back, exerting all his strength through all five of his fingers and palm.
Harry was sent flying to the ground with the chair. His forehead bumped against the edge, swollen and bleeding.
Everyone else in the room was stunned.
What the hell just happened?
A moment ago, the owner called them VIP guests, but now, he slapped Harry?
“Sir, what are you doing…”
As the main character for the day, Zenith did not understand Lacles’ sudden violence. He stood up and asked, “Is there a misunderstanding here?”
“Misunderstanding?” Lacles glared at Zenith and shouted loudly, “I misunderstood your little a*s!”
He grabbed his two remaining Crown Vodka bottles and wanted to leave.
“Sir!” Zenith could not let the man take the vodka away just to embarrass him. He pointed at the Crown Vodka, asking, “What are we going to drink if you take them away?”
“Drink your own piss!” Lacles looked at Zenith as if he was looking at a fool. He conti

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