"Hoshino Huang, get out of here!" He roared angrily, and his anger filled the entire courtyard.
Not long after, a group of Japanese thugs in kimono holding samurai swords quickly surrounded him and trapped him inside, each one as if facing a formidable enemy.
Luo Xichen was not afraid at all. What he was best at was fighting one against ten. After fighting for so many years, even the boxing champion in the arena was no match for him, let alone such an ordinary little guy.
"Who are you? How dare you be rude to our master?" The leader, a big man with a knife, said angrily, speaking in stilted Chinese.
"If you don't want to die, let him come out!"
Luo Xichen was unarmed, but this was not a problem at all. For him, a pair of fists and feet were the best weapons.
The big man in black at the head winked: "Up!"
More than twenty thugs holding samurai swords swarmed up. Luo Xichen was not afraid at all, but his ice-blue eyes overflowed with the excitement of a beast.
Under the dark night, the sound of crackling fists and kicks came from the huge encirclement. After a while, people were thrown out of the encirclement one after another, lying on the ground screaming.
Within a few minutes, more than twenty people were all lying on the ground groaning, and their katana swords were scattered on the ground like toys.
Luo Xichen didn't look at this group of scum anymore and walked towards the inner hall. He opened the door and saw a man drinking tea.
His face was expressionless, and there was a bone-chilling air-conditioning around him, but his posture while drinking tea was so comfortable and leisurely.
In Luo Xichen's hand, he held a samurai sword that he had snatched before entering the door, and it was placed across Hoshino Huang's neck.
The knife was cold and sharp, and he showed no mercy. When the knife fell, it left a bloodstain on the side of Hoshino Huang's neck.
But the man who looked like a thousand-year-old ice cube remained motionless, drinking tea slowly without even frowning.
"Master Luo, what are you doing?" His voice was as cold as frozen snow.
"What did you do to Wan Qing?" Luo Xichen moved his wrist slightly, deepening the blood mark.
"Of course it's what ** did."
Hoshino Huang slowly separated the samurai sword from the purple clay teacup that he drank from. The movement seemed gentle, but in fact it contained cleverness.
Luo Xichen just thought he was farting and asked directly: "What did you do to her brain? Did you know that she would keep projectile vomiting and fainted at home after she came?"
A crack appeared on Hoshino Huang's originally calm and cold face. He stood up suddenly, cast his eyes like paint over, and said in surprise: "What did you say? Saori fainted?"
Luo Xichen slowly put down his katana, his ice eyes were stunning, and a cruel sneer curled up at the corner of his lips.
"Wan Qing is in the hospital and has been unconscious. The doctor said that there is a piece of metal stuck in an important blood vessel in her brain. If traction surgery is not performed, she may die at any time."
"How could it be..." A panicked look flashed across Hoshino Huang's face, "When she left, the fragment was still free. I took a picture of her..."
"You have indeed manipulated her brain!" Luo Xichen stared at him fiercely, stretched out her long arm, grabbed his collar, and said angrily, "If Wan Qing makes any mistake, I will definitely kill you."
Luo Xichen was a few centimeters taller than Hoshino Huang. He grabbed his collar in an extremely savage way and looked down at him, his eyes like a wild beast sending out bloodthirsty danger signals.