Mo Zilin held Cheng Miaomiao in one arm and raised a wooden stick with the other, pointing it menacingly at Si Jin.
The scene of the driver leaving him alone in the car that was about to explode, which flashed through his mind, kept replaying itself.
I'm so angry I could explode.
If it weren't for a kind person passing by, he would have been trapped in that dangerous car for a long time!
"Cheng Sijin, it's you again! I think you're tired of living! Today, I'm going to let you experience what true despair is!!"
Si Jin's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at Mo Zilin with the same disdain one might show an idiot:
"Vice President Mo, I really didn't know you were so long-winded. If you're going to fight, then fight. If not, don't waste my time."
"Oh ho—you're pretty tough!"
Mo Zilin had been running rampant here for two or three years, and had never encountered anyone his age who dared to confront him head-on. He spoke with great arrogance:
"Well done, kid. I admire your courage, but that blow could... Hey, you! Aaaaaah!!!"
Before Mo Zilin could finish speaking, the wooden stick in his hand was snatched away by Si Jin.
The boy was incredibly fast; before he could react, he slammed his fist on the shoulder with a dull thud.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still.
Apart from Mo Zilin's agonizing screams, everything around was eerily quiet.
While everyone was stunned, Si Jin frowned slightly and said with disdain:
"You talk too much nonsense."
Mo Zilin was beaten, and he felt like his shoulder blade was about to shatter.
He barely managed to suppress the pain and roared out:
"Go! All of you, go get him! Beat this sissy to death!"
"Oh dear, oh dear."
Si Jin held the wooden stick, her expression regretful, but her eyes gleamed with excitement:
"Hey Mo, do you call anyone better looking than you a sissy? But they're definitely better at fighting than you!"
As he spoke, he swung the stick out again.
In no time, all of the dozen or so thugs collapsed to the ground, howling in pain.
Seeing that everyone had no room to resist, Si Jin casually tossed the wooden stick down.
The boy smiled, his eyes sparkling with a captivating beauty, both alluring and profound.
It resembles a stunningly beautiful black hole in the universe.
Attracts everything, devours everything.
"I had a lot of fun with you guys today, but I think you could practice a bit more. Otherwise, if you get taken down by me in less than three seconds, it makes me feel like the fun is all too short-lived."
After saying that, he made a "bye-bye" gesture and left gracefully.
Cheng Miaomiao's eyes were extremely sinister.
Staring at Si Jin's departing figure, she wished she could grind her teeth to dust.
She supported the wailing Mo Zilin, and was about to offer a word of comfort when a burning pain assaulted her face once again.
It felt like I'd been scalded by milk tea again; the pain was excruciating, and even breathing became extremely difficult.
"Ouch! That hurts!"
Cheng Miaomiao was in pain and tears welled up in her eyes. She subconsciously reached out and touched her chin.
I discovered that apart from tears, there were no water stains on my face.
She panicked, recalling the bizarre scene of her wound suddenly disappearing in the hospital.
A chill gradually rose from the bottom of his heart, and he shook Mo Zilin beside him as if having a Parkinson's attack:
"Linlin, look quickly, look quickly, is my face ruined?"
Did you get burned again? It looks terrible now.
"No."
Mo Zilin endured the pain and struggled to help Cheng Miaomiao stand up straight:
"Miaomiao, stop fooling around. Your face is perfectly fine. Go out and get a taxi. The brothers need to go to the hospital for treatment!"
"I'm not kidding, Rinrin, really, is my face really okay? Huh?"
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