"You bitch!" Suddenly, a fierce-looking man rushed from behind Qiao Chuchu, holding a beer bottle in his hand.
He swung it towards the back of Chuchu's head.
Chuchu heard the angry shout, turned around, and saw the beer bottle coming straight at her face. Instinctively, she reached out her hand to block it.
With a 'ping', the bottle shattered into pieces that flew across the air. Some shards cut into Chuchu's skin, and blood began to flow.
Chuchu winced in pain, pulled her hand back, and looked at her wound and the blood. It had been a long, long time since she had been injured, and the taste of blood made her feel nauseated.
"Ah..." The man suddenly let out a miserable scream, and Chuchu raised her head to see another man kicking the attacker away.
"Let's go." The man grabbed Chuchu's hand and pulled her, heading out of the hotel at a run.
Chuchu: "..."
