Chapter 820 Who Really Got Burned

• In the crowd, a feisty middle‑aged aunt barreled in, claws out, trying to scratch Eric Goodwell’s face. She didn’t even get close. When Eric tossed another guy to the floor, his hand shot out, grabbed her by the hair, and yanked down.
• With that single pull, forget hair—he almost tore her whole scalp off. She flipped and crashed onto the floor, arms and legs in the air, pathetic as it gets.
• While Eric, almost absent‑minded, laid most of them out one by one, he staggered three steps, wobbling like he’d had one too many. Then his foot “slipped,” and he stomped hard on Zhou Chuanming’s left cheek as the man lay limp on the ground.