Two men of equal stature stood facing each other, one with an indifferent expression, and the other's handsome face clouded with gloom.
Daniel Armstrong glanced nonchalantly at Nathan Moore, rubbing his swollen eyelids carelessly.
Nathan stared at him, his black eyes fiercely piercing, veins visible on his forehead, his fist clenched at his side tightened then suddenly swung, punching Daniel's nose bridge without hesitation.
Then, glared fiercely at him, strode long legs, wrapping Titus Zane and heading towards the exit of the card room.
Daniel stood still, covering his punched nose with his hand, only moving back to the card table leisurely after the deafening sound of the door closing, wiped vigorously with his thumb, then picked up the red wine in front of him, intending to drink, half way through, suddenly swung it forcefully, and the red liquid splattered everywhere along with the shards of glass.
"Damn it!" Daniel cursed under his breath, grinding his teeth.
