Xu Haohao looked at Xuan Ting suspiciously. What was he saying?
Seeing Chen Tianyu walk out of the coffee shop, one hand in his pocket, he looked at the two with disdain and said, "Xu Haohao, we used to et often, didn’t think after a few years you’d turn out like this? Sure enough, without a mom, it’s easy to lose control."
Anger exploded in Xu Haohao’s eyes, and she imdiately wanted to hit Chen Tianyu, but Xuan Ting reached out, his right index and ring fingers catching the corner of her jacket.
The seemingly light movent actually felt as if thousands of pounds were tugging at her jacket, making her unable to move.
Xuan Ting grinned and said, "Ten ters."
Ten ters?
Chen Tianyu crossed his arms, looked suspiciously at Xuan Ting and said, "What are you saying, pretty boy, about ten ters?"
"Five ters."
Suddenly, a group of people erged from nowhere, each holding a machete, charging straight at Chen Tianyu.
Woc——!
Xuan Ting quickly pulled the shocked Xu Haohao to a corner.
The open space suddenly resounded with Chen Tianyu’s pig-like screams, red blades in, white blades out, blood splattering in the blink of an eye.
Xu Haohao was so frightened her scalp prickled, instinct driving her to run away. Looking at Xuan Ting beside her, he stood calmly watching the scene unfold, his eyes shining.
He... he was watching the show?
Held by him, Xu Haohao couldn’t run, instinctively edging closer to that seemingly frail youth, feeling safer near him.
Chen Tianyu, in excruciating pain from the stab, was dizzy and disoriented. Everyone around had fled, and the coffee shop decisively locked its doors.
No escape!
Hua Country forbids guns, but Hua Country people can use waterlon knives!
The blood drained from Chen Tianyu’s face, heart sinking into despair, his face ashen.
In that fleeting mont, Chen Tianyu’s mind recalled Xuan Ting’s words, pretty boy’s words earlier. Pay for salvation!
Clutching his wound, Chen Tianyu fled in panic, eyes desperately searching for Xu Haohao and Xuan Ting’s figures.
"Help— help—"
Seeing the once arrogant Chen Tianyu now running toward them in utter disarray, drenched in blood, Xu Haohao instinctively hid behind Xuan Ting.
Chen Tianyu’s legs gave way as he imdiately knelt on the ground, body trembling like a sieve, helplessly crying out, "Help , I’ll give you all my money, I..."
Forget four thousand, even forty million would have to be fetched out.
Xuan Ting glanced sidelong, "Too late."
Too... too late?
Despair filled Chen Tianyu’s heart, feeling like his innards were about to spill out.
Xuan Ting pulled Xu Haohao out and looked down at Chen Tianyu, saying, "Add one condition: apologize to her, and I’ll save you."
"I’ll save you," those three words were like a pardon, Chen Tianyu clutching his endlessly bleeding wound, kept glancing at Xu Haohao, wailing, "It was my fault, just now, it was my fault, my mouth was foul, I shouldn’t have insulted your mother and mocked you, I won’t ask you for an investnt anymore."
This Xu Haohao didn’t find just so pretty boy? What kind of pretty boy acts like this?
Have you seen such a calm pretty boy?
Hearing this, Xu Haohao snorted coldly, casting a slightly warm glance at Xuan Ting.
"Help, they’re coming again!" Chen Tianyu was shaking like a sieve, screaming in terror as he looked at the incoming people.
A hint of contempt flashed in Xuan Ting’s eyes, "What are you afraid of?"
He spun around, charging into the crowd with a commanding presence, one hand casually in his pants pocket, right hand lightly lifting, right index and middle finger gently raised, accurately clamping the machete blade, exerting a little force, and it shattered.
The machete blade— shattered!
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