Chapter 317

Frederick lunged forward, seizing the bartender's hand in a vice-like grip.

Caught off guard, the bartender attempted to resist but was easily overpowered by Frederick's strength.

"Damn you! How dare you point at me? Do you want to lose this hand?" Frederick growled.

With a brutal slam, he forced the bartender's hand onto the bartop and grabbed a nearby bottle. In one swift motion, he brought the bottle down on the bartender's hand.

The shattering glass filled the air as the bartender's hand was instantly mangled, shards piercing his skin and drawing blood. The agonizing pain wrenched a howl from his throat.

For a bartender, his hands were his livelihood, and Frederick had just robbed him of that. The woman beside Frederick winced, her face hardening as she rose from her seat.

"Frederick, you're too violent!"

With that, she turned and strode away.

Frederick watched her retreating figure and felt confused. How did she know his name?

As he pondered the woman's departure, a gr