Chapter 890 Fool

The guy named Yellow was clearly a small-time thug. His approach to Brittany was more than just for a drink; once that first drink was done, there would be another, and then likely another after that. If they didn’t shoo him away, he would be glued to Brittany all night. “Get lost!” Brittany fired back. Hearing Brittany’s anger flaring up made Daniel realize he couldn’t just stand by and watch. He turned to Yellow with a grin and warned, “Hey, Yellow, did you hear that? The lady wants you to leave—stop bothering her.” “What the hell are you? Some backwoods nobody? I’m here to chat up this gorgeous girl, and you dare to butt in? Watch how I teach you a lesson today!” As he spoke, Yellow picked up a beer bottle from the table and swung it toward Daniel's head. Bam! With a dull sound, the bottle smashed against Yellow’s own head instead. Foamy beer mixed with blood flowed down from the gash at the back of his head, pooling on the ground. “Ah... Aahhh!” Yellow screamed,