Jian Shichu's two bodyguards immediately stepped forward and launched a flurry of punches and kicks at Yan Junye.
Yan Junye gritted his teeth, suppressing the painful cries he could barely hold back, curling his body into a ball to protect his head and face, not resisting at all.
In just a moment, fresh blood gushed from Yan Junye's mouth and nose.
Jing Shun figured Jian Shichu had vented enough and said to him, "Alright, brother, I've talked with him, he's a decent guy, just two words, unlucky."
Jian Shichu glanced at him, "Why aren't you going home, standing here for what?"
Jing Shun smiled apologetically, "Aren't I waiting for you? Brother, can I use your phone? I'm not going back to my place tonight, I'll stay at my old apartment. If Yuxi calls asking about me, could you cover for me a bit?"
Jian Shichu gave him a look but said nothing, took out his phone, and handed it to him.
