As soon as they walked out of the bar, a dozen gangsters blocked their way.
damn it.
"Oh! She's a little beauty!" A gangster with dyed green hair teased.
"What a delicate little face. Come with me and I will ensure that you are well-fed and well-dressed." Another person who doesn't care about life and death.
"Shameless!" Xuan glanced at them lightly, showing no fear at all.
"Yo! This girl is so hot, I like her!"
"Look at this thin and tender face, let me touch it." The man's hand moved to Xuan's face.
Xuan grabbed it and clicked, it was nothing else but the man's hand was broken.
"Ah! My hand!!!" the man wailed.
"Hmph, you look so shameless to the public, why do you get up in the middle of the night and pretend to be ghosts?" Xuan wanted to vomit when she saw them with those weird hair dyes and their gangster faces.
"You bitch, if you don't want to drink the toast, you'll have to drink the fine wine!" The other boys also rushed up.
Xuan helped Chen, and three silver needles flew out of her sleeves, and the three of them fell to the ground.
"You, what trick did you use!" The boss among the gangsters was so frightened that he peed his pants. "You, you guys, come on!"
"Yes, yes, boss." Those little gangsters were also trembling with fear.
"Humph." Xuan quickly took out a few silver needles from her sleeves.
"Ah..." One by one, the gangsters fell to the ground in pain.
There was no fighting, no blood, no fighting.
They just fell quietly.
The night is still quiet.
After finally helping Chen back to the hotel, Xuan fell down from exhaustion.
He is so exhausted. I will never forgive him if he dares to drink again.
He was sleeping like a cute little angel.
From a closer look, this guy's skin must be well maintained, so delicate that not a single pore can be found.
The sound of his shallow breathing reached my ears.
"Uh... ugh!"
What!? This guy probably wants to vomit.
Before Rong Xuan could think about it, Chen vomited all over the floor.
"Ah! My floor! It's really dirty."
No response? No, right? Go to sleep after vomiting? It’s really annoying.
Xuan had to call the hotel manager and ask him to bring a set of boys' clothes for Chen to change into.
It was almost four o'clock in the morning when I finished washing the floor.
Phew, damn An Youchen, I really don’t know if she owed him anything in her previous life.