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Pacha.

Fragments of glass flew everywhere. The Octadic Snake held its head, and fresh blood flowed out from its forehead, instantly dyeing half of its face red.

Wang Yu quickly swept his eyes over the crowd, but he did not see who did it. Looking at the beer bottle that burst on the ground, Wang Yu bent down to pick it up.

"Who threw it? Stand forward."

Wang Yu's voice was very low