"Qin, cousin, I'm really sorry, but I need to run, you keep it up!"
As her words fell, she turned and ran towards the direction of the private room, wondering if she should dial 110 to report to the police.
Thinking of how excessive Qin Shaojin had been, she decided to wait. It wouldn't be too late to call after he got hurt a bit.
But Qin Shaojin had never expected that at this moment, she would actually leave him behind and run away!
He was momentarily distracted by the sound that seemed to revel in his misfortune, and a punch landed on his handsome face.
He touched his nose bridge and then lashed out with a kick to the man's face, each move fiercer than before.
The opponents didn't want to prolong the fight, their attention not on Qin Shaojin. They left a few men to tangle with him, while others had already made their way towards the private room.
At the entrance, guns were suddenly drawn.
