On WeChat, Nan Xin sent only a location pin, along with three words: "Come, help me."
Li Qiao and another walked in lockstep towards Pavilion No. 2.
At this moment, medical staff from the sports field were continually coming in and out of the entrance, and there were some spectators pointing and commenting on the scene inside.
Li San adjusted his overcoat on his shoulders, carrying an arrogant demeanor, his bearing fierce and resolute.
Despite Li Qiao’s usual complexion, her dark deer eyes also bore an unwelcoming coldness.
The brother and sister duo appeared suddenly, and the onlookers at the entrance quickly shut their mouths, instinctively making way for them.
Dressed in black, with an aura of menace, they looked like they were out for revenge.
Inside Pavilion No. 2, the scene wasn’t chaotic, but... there were a few drops of not yet dried blood on the ground.
Li Qiao glanced around and caught sight of Nan Xin near the backmost pool table, wearing a conspicuously red, tight sports outfit, casually wiping a bowling ball.
If Nan Xin was unharmed, then the injured party must be someone else.
A few meters from her, on a simple stretcher, lay a man with his face covered in blood.
Li Qiao and her brother exchanged a look, a mutual understanding in their eyes.
Perhaps it was the sudden quiet in the air, but Nan Xin turned her head slightly and said with a smile, "You guys got here pretty fast."
With a seductive figure and enchanting looks, plus a bright, fire-like sports outfit, she was the epitome of a walking enchantress.
Li Qiao walked leisurely up to Nan Xin, her gaze briefly flicking to the man on the stretcher wearing a Floral Shirt and tight jeans, quite a flamboyant getup.
"You hit him?" Li Qiao asked.
Nan Xin, holding the bowling ball with one hand, flirtatiously brushed her long hair aside and casually explained, "Mm, he touched my butt. I couldn’t resist and smashed him with the bowling ball."
"Ugh, none of you fuckers leave. Wait till my big bro gets here, I’ll, I’ll kill you all." At this moment, the injured man on the stretcher, holding his bleeding nose, slurred a stream of threats.
Li Cheng looked at him with a chilly expression and kicked the stretcher, "If you want to die, just say so."
Nan Xin rarely laid hands on anyone, unless they provoked her.
The stretcher shook violently from Li San’s kick, and the man on it stopped whimpering and fell silent.
Being outnumbered, it was important to preserve their lives.
With the arrival of Li Qiao and Li Cheng, no one dared to approach the far end of Pavilion No. 2.
Mainly because the ominous aura emanating from the Border’s Li San was too intense; even though his face was good-looking, he didn’t seem to be someone to mess with.
Nan Xin looked around, tucked the bowling ball at her waist with one hand, and with a sly smile, gestured with her chin towards the stretcher, "He just called for people, and they’ve called the police. He says his big brother is pretty badass, with solid connections. I want to see for myself. Police side, you guys handle it?"
As she spoke, she looked at Li Qiao and Li San. Handling the police relationships in South Sea was more convenient and quicker if left to the local natives.
As for fighting, she wasn’t afraid to take on ten by herself.
Li San looked at the stretcher with contempt, "Let’s all witness just how badass his big brother is."
His tone was exceedingly protective.
Li Qiao leaned casually against the ball rack, hands in his pockets, and lifted his chin slightly, "Mm, I’ll take care of the police side."
Three people, acting in their respective roles.
The man on the stretcher was stunned.
At this point, the atmosphere grew even more tense, and some of the onlookers around Pavilion No. 2 had started to surreptitiously take photos with their phones.
Meanwhile, outside the pavilion, the disturbance grew once again as a young man in a jacket strode in.