At the police station, Xu Yan sat restlessly as he listened to the emergency call.
"Fuck, is there trouble at Xingguang Hotel again? Long Xiao got beaten up?"
And it's over a hundred good people making trouble, fuck, who the hell has such huge balls?
Huh? The troublemaker is a student?
Fuck, it can't be that little Demon King, Zhang Fan, again, right? Damn it, can't you just chill for a while?
A bitter smile hung heavily on Xu Yan's face.
He really didn't want to have anything to do with that little Demon King, Zhang Fan, anymore.
"Xiao Wang, I have a stomachache. Call Wu Zhongyuan and let him handle this," Xu Yan said, and went straight to the toilet with toilet paper in hand.
After all, Long Xiao was not someone to mess with; he didn't want to wade into these muddy waters.
The hotel!
A group of people stared at Long Xiao's bruised face and his panda eyes, clicking their tongues in disbelief.
Damn, is this what they call being 'gentle'?
