"Who is it? Who dares to tell me to stop?" Seven Heads, feeling enraged upon hearing someone calling him to halt, stopped his assault and turned his head to shout loudly.
Wan Li and You Liushui, upon hearing Mo Huasong step forward to speak, also advanced a few steps and said, "Classmate Seven Heads, don't hit Jia Shi anymore. He's already injured."
"Hmph, if you want me to stop hitting him, let Jia Shi bow down to me and admit his mistakes, and then go buy that meal for me. Otherwise, I'll beat him every time I see him," Seven Heads arrogantly declared. "He dared to insult me; I must be compensated for my loss."
"I didn't insult you," Jia Shi, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, hurriedly said.
Seven Heads sneered and retorted, "I say you insulted me, so it means you did. If you don't believe me, ask anyone else here—who dares to testify?"
The people from before had already left, and those who came over now didn't know the situation.
