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“You overestimating piece of crap, trying to threaten your grandpa here!”

Nan Jiaojiao’s face gradually turned gloomy.

She ate the last bite of candied hawthorn, bit through the sugar coating, then grabbed a bottle of alcohol and smashed it directly on the man’s head.

The man was stunned from the blow, removed the hand covering his forehead, and squinted at it under the dim lighting for a while before realizing it was blood.

He immediately spat out, cursing as he charged forward, looking like he’d tear Nan Jiaojiao to shreds any minute.

But he didn’t even have the chance to get close before Nan Jiaojiao reflexively kicked him away.

She didn’t control her strength, sending the guy flying.

Only then did the people inside react, each yelling and rushing toward the door.

Nan Jiaojiao swallowed hard, “Let’s not do this, we can talk this out. I’m not here to cause trouble for you, just passing by, and…”

Before she finished, she twisted a man’s wrist, snapping it with a crack.

She quickly let go, “I’m really not here to fight.”

“You damn well shut up…”

Nan Jiaojiao slapped hard, not even seeing which face she hit, it flickered by her side like a shadow and disappeared.

She twitched the corner of her eye, “Sorry about that.”

She had already warned them about her strength, and if she hadn’t controlled it, there’s no way she would have watched them for so long without videotaping; she found those scenes disgusting.

Even if she caught Song Jin’s weak spot, it wasn’t her job to punish him.

But thinking about Xu Tingting, such a well-behaved girl being tricked by such a scumbag, she felt angry and stood at the door without leaving.

She couldn’t quite understand why these drunk people behave as if they forget their surname after a few drinks, each one angrier than the last.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t be bothered reasoning with them, she would hit one after another, knock down pairs as they came, the whole room wasn’t enough to match her.

Song Jin, upon recognizing Nan Jiaojiao’s face, had long since curled up behind the sofa, holding his head, no matter how that girl called “Jiaojiao” yelled curses, he wouldn’t come out.

After Nan Jiaojiao fought her way inside leaving no opponents, there was only that girl left, Nan Jiaojiao was ready to stop when the girl pointed at her and swore, “Bitch! You dare touch me? Do you know who my mom is!”

Still holding the remaining half of the bottle, she hadn’t discarded it since the first hit, Nan Jiaojiao snapped off a shard and precisely flicked it onto the girl’s mouth.

Howls of pain immediately erupted, curses too, but from a bloodied mouth, not a single word was intelligible.

Nan Jiaojiao found a spot to sit, pulling out her phone to call Bo Yanching.

“I’ve caused trouble, beaten quite a few people, can you come over and handle this?”

It hadn’t been two minutes since hanging up when Bo Yanching arrived, he ran over, not even reaching the door when his leather shoes could be heard, nervously looking inside, spotting Nan Jiaojiao sitting atop the sofa backrest, legs crossed, body lowered, elbows on knees, cheeks propped up, looking troubled.

Following him were Mo Tingshen, Huo Linxi, and others, witnessing the mess of overturned people in the room, they couldn’t help but take a sharp breath.

“What’s going on here?” Huo Linxi found a spot to step in, “Not a single one standing? All knocked down?”

Mo Tingshen slapped the back of his head, “Yell a bit louder, let the little master hear it too.”

Huo Linxi wouldn’t dare.

He couldn’t win.

“Brother Huo!”

Someone struggled to get up from the ground, crying out, “It’s really Brother Huo, help me vent, that woman beat me badly!”

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