Dozens of men, some already chasing someone far away, some stopped upon hearing screams, looked this way and started walking towards the scene.
But as they walked, suddenly, whether those who had gone far or those who had turned back, one by one they either squatted or fell, clutching their knees and wailing nonstop.
And not a single skewer remained in Gu Zhiqi's hands.
Gu Zhiqi leisurely pulled out a piece of tissue from her pocket and meticulously wiped her hands.
The people around were outright stunned.
Looking at Gu Zhiqi, then at the dozen or so brawny men fallen on the ground, their eyes were blank, staring dumbly at Gu Zhiqi.
"Be careful!"
Someone in the crowd shouted a warning.
Only to see, the big man who had recovered from the pain and pulled out the skewer got up, swung his fist and smashed it towards Gu Zhiqi's head while cursing, "Bitch."
