A gash was smashed open on Nan Kang's head by Nan Jin, and sticky blood flowed out of the wound, staining his angry eyes red. This scene, coupled with the gloomy environment, looked especially terrifying.
The blood was like a catalyst, immediately stimulating the situation.
Nan Kang rushed over crazily and fought with Nan Jin.
His wails and curses were crushed by the wind and blew past Murong Qiao's ears, making her forcefully calm down. She hurriedly pressed the number for the police.
"Hello, there's—" Murong Qiao spoke quickly.
After the police confirmed the address, they quickly rushed over, and the crazy Nan Kang was escorted into the police car.
"Nan Qiao! You're a f*cking ingrate! With that bastard Nan Jin—"
Even at this point, Nan Kang didn't forget to scold her.
