Bai Zhi’er immediately ran behind Feng Fuce, grabbing his sleeve.
"You dare hit me!" The man stood up, noticing his nose bleeding uncontrollably. He pointed at Feng Fuce, sinisterly saying, "I want your life!"
At this moment, a few house servants rushed in through the door.
The man shouted angrily, "Kill them for me!"
Without any explanation, they raised their sticks and attacked Feng Fuce!
Feng Fuce remained calm and indifferent, turned around, picked up Bai Zhi’er, protecting her in his arms.
Next, he attacked fiercely and swiftly, every punch hitting hard!
In just a few blinks of an eye, those house servants were struck to the ground, crying in agony!
The man was also stunned.
He didn’t expect this seemingly young boy to have such good skills!
Feng Fuce placed Bai Zhi’er on the ground, casually picked up a chopstick from the table.
He walked over, the man retreated step by step.
The people around didn’t even dare to breathe or speak!
Feng Fuce’s skin exuded a cold white, his brows and eyes were as dark as ink.
As he stared coldly at the opponent, his whole body emitted a murderous hostility!
The man’s legs grew weak.
"You... what do you want!"
Feng Fuce’s voice was ghostly cold: "Didn’t she apologize, said sorry? Why do you still want to get physical?"
"I..." The man tried to stay calm: "She ruined my good thing, isn’t it right to be angry!"
Feng Fuce let out a sneer.
"Scum." He gave a brief comment.
Feng Fuce raised his hand, thrusting aggressively!
No one heard the man make any sound, and when they came back to their senses, half a chopstick was already embedded in the man’s forehead!
Bai Zhi’er didn’t see what happened to the man because Feng Fuce’s silhouette blocked it.
She just heard a "boom," the sound of a body collapsing!
Then came the terrified screams from the stunned people around!
"Murder! He killed someone!"
The patrons scrambled to run outside.
The people in the restaurant all fled.
Feng Fuce looked at the bleeding corpse on the ground with wide-open eyes.
Such a bloody sight made his deep, cold eyes flare up with an uncontrollable excitement and a murderous desire.
In his bones, he was combative and ruthless.
Feng Fuce felt he hadn’t killed enough.
He glanced at the few house servants.
The house servants staggered like they had seen a ghost and ran out.
Feng Fuce intended to chase.
But glimpsed a small figure standing behind him.
He turned around and met Bai Zhi’er’s gaze.
Everyone had run away, yet she remained.
Feng Fuce walked over, looking down at the red-eyed little one.
"Scared stiff?" He crouched down, eye level with Bai Zhi’er.
Strangely, he didn’t read fear from her eyes.
Instead, he saw a trace of... worry.
Bai Zhi’er looked at Feng Fuce, a few drops of fresh blood splashed on his pale cheek.
The little girl held back the sobbing sound: "Brother Fu Ce, you’re not hurt, right."
She reached out her small hand, tenderly wiping away the blood.
Feng Fuce was stunned.
He looked at her, at the red on his finger.
"I’m fine, it’s his blood." Feng Fuce paused for a moment, then replied.
Bai Zhi’er wanted to turn her head to look at that man, but Feng Fuce held her little head straight.
He wouldn’t let her look.
"This time, are you afraid of me? Do you know that Asura Guard does this kind of thing?" Feng Fuce laughed, as if mocking himself.
He was filled with malice and indifference.
In his icy black eyes was a deep abyss.
Bai Zhi’er decisively shook her head.
She reached out, suddenly hugged Feng Fuce’s neck.
"He’s bad! He twisted Zhi’er’s wrist painfully and was unreasonable, Brother Fu Ce did it right!"
Because of her embrace, Feng Fuce froze.
The milky scent on Bai Zhi’er and the soft feeling of her little arms.
The coldness on Feng Fuce, bit by bit, receded.
The world hated him, abhorred him, avoided him.
But she affirmed him, understood him, embraced him...