Huo Yingcheng shielded Yu Bao'er consciously from the attacks, tossing away the cracked beer bottle.
As he did so, he spat. "Bunch of trash."
Looking at those people on the floor, they were beaten to a pulp and couldn't get to their feet.
To think Yu Bao'er clapped. "Commander Huo, you're so goddamn dashing!"
Huo Yingcheng turned around and rolled his eyes at her. He stroked her head. "Look at how mindless you are. Go back first."
Yu Bao'er edged closer to his ear and secretly whispered, "The shop owner will report this to the police. He's going to make us pay for the damages."
He felt an itchy sensation in his ear as the girl spoke softly into it, making him subconsciously move away and gently scoff. "There are people on the floor who can pay for the damages, aren't there?"
Indeed, shortly after, someone dashed up from downstairs.
The shop owner was visibly flustered.
