Qiao Changping, sitting at the barbecue stand, looked over at the sound, just in time to see a bloodied man staggering over.
His steps grew slower, seemingly exhausted.
What tightened his whole body was the guy behind, holding a knife, charging at the man with a face full of anger.
At this moment,
quite a few people had already stood up from the tables outside the barbecue stand, watching tensely and gravely.
Qiao Changping got up with Yiyi in his arms, ready to avoid this scene.
"You still want to run!"
Bang~
The knife-wielding man caught up with the man ahead in two or three steps, lifted a foot, and kicked him to the ground.
Then he straddled him, raised the knife in his hand, and slammed it down.
Under the white streetlight, at the moment he pulled out the knife, a gush of blood spurted from the man's chest, spraying onto the man's face and body.
Plop!
Plop!
Plop!
"Damn it! I treated you like a brother, and you slept with my wife?"
