She smiled, a resplendent smile, one that looked down upon the insignificant ants with lofty eyes. The smile was incredibly beautiful, like a fully bloomed rose. However, the words she uttered were ferociously cruel, like the thorns of a rose: "Such a nice person, pity about the mouth!"
Before the sound of her voice had faded, Xia Siyu brought down a wine bottle hard on Li Weiyi's head.
The wine bottle shattered with a "crack" upon Li Weiyi's head. Xia Siyu used all her strength in that strike, and shards of glass scattered in an instant like crystals, with red wine flowing over his scalp like fresh blood.
Li Weiyi uttered a muffled groan and, without even a chance to beg for mercy, was knocked unconscious by Xia Siyu's bottle!
Xia Siyu's decisive blow sent shivers down the spines of all the spectators. Looking at Li Weiyi's tragic state, everyone viewed Xia Siyu with an expression that said, "Well, if it isn't just like you," mixed with surprise and a bit of fear.
