Xiuling casually strolled up to the base of the hotpot restaurant with his hands in his pockets, smiling at the group of people who were making a racket.
"You guys," his eyes shifted slightly, and suddenly a murderous aura burst forth, "what do you want to do?"
"Get out of the way, this has nothing to do with you, send that guy out!"
The woman standing opposite Xiuling, with a face full of anger, said, "He broke my boyfriend's hand."
"Shouldn't you be calling for an ambulance then?"
Xiuling glanced at the man who had already passed out on the ground. His hand was probably useless now. Judging from the angle, it was definitely a comminuted fracture, but at this moment this woman was actually thinking about picking a fight, completely disregarding the life and death of the man who stood up for her, which stirred an extreme disgust in Xiuling's eyes.
"Hmph." Xiuling pulled out a hand, "That's why I hate women."
