"How dare you hit my father?" Abigail flew into a rage. She picked up a beer bottle, about to swing it, but Edmund stopped her.

"Abigail, don't be impulsive!"

"What, are you going to hit me again? Why don't you try? If you as much as harm a hair on my head, not a single person in this room will walk out of here tonight!" The man in the suit laughed icily.

"Young man, it's just a misunderstanding. Once you cool down, we can talk nicely," Edmund said, smiling apologetically.

"Talk? Hmph, w