"If we don't stop the fight, how long are we going to wait? I think even if they fight until midnight, they might not stop," Shi Shuai lamented. He wished he had the same strength as the two of them. The image of Xiao Lin inserting his bare hand into the enemy's throat and ripping off their head flashed in his mind. It was a scene he dared not speak of and could only ponder over slowly. As for what he was pondering, he didn't really know.
"I'm going down first, don't follow me!" Xu Ming opened the car door and slowly approached the two still fighting. He didn't have the skills to separate them and could only stand at a distance in front of them. The salty, damp sea breeze left a greasy feeling all over him.
Shi Shuai thought Xu Ming would try to mediate, but he was wrong. Xu Ming just found a corner where he wouldn't be caught up in the fighting, squatted down, and slowly moved closer to the corpse lying on the side. His timid posture made Shi Shuai want to sneer at him.
