Everyone in the bar watching the scene go down, waiting to see how their president was going to deal with those foreign hooligans!
After just five minutes, the few black-skinned men fell to the ground one after another. They whimpered and cried like injured wolves. Each and every one of them was rolling on the ground in pain, unable to get up.
Shi Yuting dusted the footprints from the occassional kicks he received off his clothes. Then, he looked down at the men, turned around, and walked out of the bar.
The wound on his hand had opened up more severely because of the fight just now. Blood dripped as he walked. It was a shocking sight!
...
In the bedroom on the second floor.
Zuo Weiyi was lying on the bed. It was midnight, but she was not sleepy at all.
Shi Yuting did not come back that night.
The next day.
Even though she had not slept the whole night, Zuo Weiyi still got up early.
