Seemingly understanding each other, he quietly left to find Lu Jiujiu.
In the middle of the dance floor, Jing Jingxuan was nearly knocked down by the crowd. She hurriedly ran back to find Shengge. As soon as she got closer, she saw the bloody wounds on Feng Yunian Guolu's back. She was so frightened that her face turned pale.
"Sister Sheng, what's going on? Why is he injured like this?"
Shengge didn't have time to explain, "It's too chaotic here. I can't take care of you. I'll go find your fourth brother first."
After saying that, she asked Lu Shiyi to drive the car and Lu Twelve to carry the person.
When Lu Twelve came over, Feng Yunian refused to carry him. With a pair of weak but stubborn black eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shengge, I... don't want... to go out shirtless."
Shengge understood, turned around and stripped Lu Twelve clean.
He used his shirt to wipe off the remaining concentrated sulfuric acid and blood stains on his back, and carefully wrapped him in a suit.
Lu Twelve crossed his arms, always feeling chilly and a little embarrassed.
It wasn't until Shengge called him that he quickly went to Feng Yunian's outstanding bar.
Lu Fifteen-Seven chased him very quickly. The man was unlucky and was caught by Lu Fifteen-Seven before he could rush out of the bar.
Just as Shengge was about to get in the car, she thought of the man who had been arrested in the bar, and then glanced at Feng Yunian, who had fainted from pain in the back seat, and hesitated for a few seconds while holding the car door.
In the end, she did not choose to get in the car directly, but ordered Lu Eleven and Lu Twelve, "Hurry and go to the nearest hospital to treat his injuries."
Lu Shiyi asked, "Where are you, miss?"
"I'll come later."
She closed the car door, her eyes instantly turned cold, and murderous intent filled her eyes.
After returning to the Sex World Bar, she first went to the front desk of the bar and threw a black gold card on the table.
"Clean the place, let me use this place, I'll pay for all the expenses, and I'll pay for any damage!"
The receptionist was stunned by her sharp gaze. She lowered her head and caught a glimpse of the black gold card. She had only seen this kind of card on TV. She didn't expect to see it for real this time, so she quickly called the boss to report the matter.
The person on the phone quickly agreed.
The man was kneeling on the dance floor hall being pinned down by Deer Fifteen-Seven, struggling and shouting at the same time.
Shengge walked over, picked up the empty red wine bottle next to her, and slammed it onto the edge of the table. The bottle shattered and made a sharp sound.
The man who was still shouting a second ago suddenly weakened when he saw her holding the broken and sharp half of the bottle, approaching him menacingly and with murderous intent.
"What do you want to do! You...ah!"
A shrill scream.
Half of the man's face was scratched by the broken wine bottle. His flesh and blood were instantly bloody, shocking, and his eyeballs were so painful that it was extremely hideous.
Shengge's cold eyes were cruel, and she pressed the broken tip of the wine bottle against the man's neck, and said in a warm voice, "Who sent you here?"
It would have been impossible to carry something like sulfuric acid with you unless you had planned ahead.
The man endured the pain without saying a word and refused to let go.
Shengge had no expression on his face and looked at his right arm, "Did you splash it with this hand just now?"
Lu Shishiqi understood, and pushed the man to the ground. He stepped hard on half of his intact face with his leather shoes, and forcefully took out his right hand and pinned him to the ground.
Shengge slowly squatted down, his cold eyes suddenly became fierce, and he stabbed the wine bottle into the back of the man's hand.
The heartbreaking screams broke through the sky.
The bar staff shivered in fear and huddled together.
Shengge's expression was numb and his tone was cold, "It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I won't kill you. I have a hundred ways to torture you until you say it."
After she finished speaking, she stabbed the wine bottle on the back of the man's hand, exerted great force, and twisted it around on the back of his hand.
"ah--!"
The man's whole body convulsed with pain, and he almost fainted on the spot several times.
"The next one is the left hand. If I don't mention it, it's the right foot and the left foot. You need to weigh them carefully!"
The man was forced to take off his left hand again.
Shengge's eyes were fierce, but just as he was about to pierce his skin, someone grabbed his wrist from behind.