"Don't worry, he won't beat you to death," Xia Liang comforted the distressed customer.
However, before the customer could fully exhale in relief, Xia Liang added, "To say he'd beat you to death is definitely an exaggeration, but breaking your legs is still a possibility."
The customer had only just begun to relax, but hearing this, his heart sank. "What should I do then? Run?"
Xia Liang looked at the customer's distressed face and shook his head. "It's too late!"
As soon as his voice fell, a young man entered the store. Behind him were several punks with multicolored hair. Since they weren't carrying any weapons, security hadn't stopped them.
"Zhang Xiaohui, you're quite good at hiding!" As he spoke, the young man strode forward and grabbed the petrified Zhang Xiaohui, making a show of hitting him.
