Qiao Xi pressed her lips tightly together, clenching the phone in her hand, ready to call the police at any moment.
Huo Xingzhou, sitting in his wheelchair, had a dark expression on his face, his tone icy cold, "Old Chen, leave them breathing."
"Yes, Young Master," the driver Old Chen responded.
Old Chen flexed his limbs, radiating raw strength and vitality, clearly a trained fighter.
He charged into the crowd, grabbed a wine bottle from the table, and smashed it over He Xuan's head.
A head cracked open!
"Dare to touch our family's young madam, you're seeking death!"
"All of you, attack!"
He Xuan, clutching his bleeding head, roared furiously.
The bar immediately descended into chaos.
With the wine bottle shattered on the floor, Qiao Xi took advantage of the confusion to support the drunken Huo Sijiao.
"Mr. Huo, I'll get Jiaojiao to the car, then come back for you!"
"Be careful."
Huo Xingzhou instructed.
"Yes!"
Qiao Xi helped Huo Sijiao out with difficulty.
