Chapter 253 Let My Fist Do The Talking

Warm, thick blood flowed down from his head.

"You fucking bitch!" The man's expression twisted into a grimace. He covered his head and rushed forward while holding a bottle. "Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson properly!" he yelled.

Hannah remained silent. She reached out and grabbed his wrist.

Her gaze was calm. Her movements were composed and elegant.

A knee pressed against his stomach.

She twisted his arm and slammed him onto the ground

Then, she snatched the bottle from his hand and ruthlessly smashed it over his head!

More sounds of shattering glass echoed throughout the room. The man with the swollen eye struggled like a dying fish.

He rolled his eyes back before passing out.

Tyler stood up abruptly, with anger flashing in his eyes. He spoke coldly, "Mrs. Winchester, what's the meaning of this?"

"There's no particular meaning. I find him annoying, so I hit him," Hannah replied casually.

Hannah calmly grabbed a tissue and wiped off the splashed alcohol from her hand