"Since you want to compensate, let’s talk about the price. I want you to pay tenfold," Xu Ke looked at the man’s face and said coldly.
"Tenfold? Fine, na your price, and I’ll compensate you."
The man originally thought this matter couldn’t be resolved peacefully. Hearing Xu Ke actively asking for a compensation price, his anxious heart suddenly cald down, and he regained his previous arrogance in his deanor.
Xu Ke looked at the man’s expression, his mouth stretching to both sides, forming a wide grin. His snow-white teeth reflected a cold, hard tallic sheen under the light. "Hmph." Xu Ke let out a cold snort.
The man hadn’t snapped out of Xu Ke’s bizarre smile when Xu Ke’s slap landed on him, unlike the previous ti when he held back, this ti Xu Ke didn’t hold back at all.
The man’s lower half of the face almost instantly went crooked, three teeth popped out of his mouth. This ti even a fool knew what Xu Ke ant by compensation. Mi Xue, who was initially dissatisfied with Xu Ke’s demand for compensation without seeking revenge for them, instantly widened her eyes, her heart overwheld with an uncontainable sense of satisfaction.
"Nine more to go." Xu Ke twisted his wrist and said lightly.
Though he wore a smile on his face at this mont, the man only felt his calves cramping a little, and his eyes showed a pleading expression. Wen i’er, who had been held in his arms, had long since hid behind a helper, trying to shield herself with his body.
"No." The man shook his head, drooling blood-stained saliva, muttering unclearly.
However, his plea for rcy did not arouse any pity in Xu Ke; the next slap still landed on his face, and he spat out three more teeth with blood.
"Eight more to go." Xu Ke still spoke in that airy, leisurely tone.
The man wanted to run, but no matter which direction he faced, it was futile. There would always be a security guard in blue clothing standing before him, blocking his way and pushing him back in front of Xu Ke.
The counting voice had a cello-like timbre, and the person who counted had a delicate and handso face. When you closed your eyes, you could see the feeling of a first love on campus in him, but when you open your eyes, you could see him with a smile as he brutally disfigures a person.
"Done." When Xu Ke uttered these words, everyone in the room collectively exhaled a breath of relief. They dared not open their eyes to look at the man who was arrogant monts ago on the ground. Partly out of pity, but mainly because it was too horrifying; his face was like a mosaic sared with fresh blood, making anyone want to vomit just at the sight.
"And there’s one more. Will you co out on your own, or should I drag you out?" Xu Ke’s palm was stained with blood, and he casually squatted on the ground, wiping his hands clean on the man’s shirt.
Wen i’er was thrown out, just like they once treated Lin ngyao and Mi Xue, dragged out from behind the helper and brought before Xu Ke with flattery.
"Don’t hit my face, I’m wrong, I admit it, I atone, please don’t hit my face, okay?" Wen i’er knelt at Xu Ke’s feet, reaching to tug at Xu Ke’s sleeve, crying pitifully.
"Don’t touch , or I’ll chop off your hand," Xu Ke looked at her face with his dark pupils, saying without any emotion.
Wen i’er recoiled like she was burned, quickly letting go of her hand and crawling towards Lin ngyao, grabbing Lin ngyao’s skirt hem, "ngyao, I was just too jealous of you. I’m wrong; I shouldn’t have hurt you. Please give another chance. I promise never to oppose you again, I don’t dare anymore, please forgive . I don’t want my face ruined, please, I’m begging you, have rcy on ."
Lin ngyao wanted to say sothing, but opening her mouth made her face hurt badly. She gave up speaking and instead bent down, seriously looking at Wen i’er’s face. When Wen i’er thought she would be spared, Lin ngyao pulled her hand away from her skirt, then patted her skirt and stepped aside.
She was not a saint; she had her temper. The saying goes, repay evil with good, but then what do you repay good with?
Wen i’er looked at her hand being pulled away and almost went mad, "No, Lin ngyao, you can’t do this to , I’ve already apologized. You can’t treat like this." Wen i’er tried to grab Lin ngyao’s skirt again, but soone pulled her arm from behind and dragged her to Xu Ke.
Seeing Xu Ke’s eyes, which looked at her as if she were already dead, Wen i’er’s body shivered as if it were the depths of winter. She didn’t dare to et Xu Ke’s eyes, much less make loud noises in his presence. She wanted to run, but everywhere was crowded with people, giving her no chance to escape.
"Ten hits."
Xu Ke’s devil-like voice sounded again. Everyone closed their eyes, not daring to look, but just hearing the sound was even harder to bear. Finally, after Xu Ke counted all the hits, everyone sighed with relief. In just a few minutes, it seed like a year had passed, long and grueling.
Xu Ke only dealt with the main culprits and left the rest for Sun Lei to handle, while he took Lin ngyao and Mi Xue to the hospital for treatnt.
By the ti everyone finally managed to leave the Imperial Kitchen, the sun had already set. Dozens of people looked silently at the horizon obscured by the building. Then the first person moved, saying nothing, he walked toward the distance in silence, and then the second person moved. They all knew in their hearts that this was likely their last high school reunion, and they never wanted to see this Imperial Kitchen or the people within it again.
Lin ngyao and Mi Xue received full-body examinations in the hospital, confirming only facial injuries and nothing else. Only then did Xu Ke’s expression improve slightly, though he still had a deep frown.
Lin ngyao knew he was feeling guilty, but with her facial injuries, she couldn’t speak or communicate with him with words, so she could only type on her phone. But Xu Ke’s mood didn’t improve after reading her ssages.
On the way back, Xu Ke didn’t even dare to look at Lin ngyao’s face. As soon as he looked, the guilt in his heart sprouted like wild grass, endlessly lashing at him, questioning why he left in the first place. Were those external things more important than Lin ngyao? If he hadn’t left, wouldn’t none of this have happened, and Lin ngyao wouldn’t have to endure all this.
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