Dou Zhiqiang immediately rushed to the first-floor restaurant upon receiving the notice and encountered a disastrous scene.
The injured had been carried away, but the scattered teeth on the ground, along with the large patches of blood, still attested to someone's impressive combat achievements.
"What happened?" Dou Zhiqiang frowned deeply, looking towards a pair of a man and a woman.
"Somebody ran their mouth, so I helped them fix it," said Si Xianxian, shaking her hands.
Her usually fair palms were now vividly red.
One could only imagine how miserable the person she slapped had been.
"Fix it?" Dou Zhiqiang was not pleased.
Before entering the city, he had admired how well matched this young couple seemed.
Si Xianxian was fortunate to have found such a good commander, and by Lu Ran's side, she had grown more gentle day by day.
If she could maintain this positive momentum, she would naturally avoid causing major trouble in her future life.
