Zhao Guanghui's gaze instantly turned cold!
He stared fixedly at the cigarette rolling ceaselessly on the ground.
The male models thought Zhao Guanghui was scared. Qi Xiaotian stepped forward and grabbed Zhao Guanghui's collar.
"Kid, be more cautious from now on. Acting tough on our Brother Xiang's territory? Do you have a death wish?"
As he spoke, he slapped Zhao Guanghui across the face!
"Hey, I tried to reason with you guys nicely, why do you love resorting to violence so much? Do you know, when I start hitting, even I get scared of myself!"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the blink of an eye, all the male models were lying on the floor.
"Stop playing dead, all of you get out! Take him to the hospital."
"Yes..."
The male models dared not pretend anymore, helped each other up, and carried Qu Xiang out of the lounge.
