The girl who had wanted to strike up a conversation with Hou Muyan stood rooted to the spot with her cellphone in hand, her teeth starting to chatter.
Behind Lu Xiaoyou, men's screams for help, similar to that of slaughtering a pig, eventually turned into feeble pleas for mercy.
She saw several girls pale with fright, walked up, and shielded their view.
"The scene is a bit gory; you shouldn't watch," soothed Lu Xiaoyou, her voice gentle. Her voice had a magical quality that instantly calmed those in panic.
A few girls came to their senses, and one of them stammered:
"This… could it be fatal?"
Lu Xiaoyou looked back and saw that this group of sorry figures seemed too fragile to take a hit. "I told him to go easy on them."
She stepped forward, reminding, "Little Monkey, don't beat him to death. At the very least, leave him breathing."
