Chapter 607 Crouching Dragon Club

• The premium vodka bottle was way harder than a regular one. Yang Feng cracked it over a thug’s head and knocked him out cold—the bottle didn’t even chip.
• “Damn, solid stuff… you could use this as a weapon,” Yang Feng muttered to himself.
• “Hey, hey, hey! How are you guys finishing so fast?” He had just dropped every thug charging him, one by one, then glanced back—Zhang Lingyu’s side was already wrapped up.